eight eyes

invisible spiderwebs cling to the
centers of all things,
suspended within their prickly rings
are splintered emotions and unspoken thoughts
sticking, prying, hidden under our skin
luring us in, and then we are caught –
we are the spiders, but also the flies
misunderstood heroes, or villains in disguise?
i couldn’t tell you, i need six more eyes

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