Our Webbed Reality
Of the Spider Gods
My dearest friend,
I write to you,
Of a tale of wonder, that's oh so true!
Of a spider, who spins the world's life,
In a web of beauty, free of strife.
For in this world, so full of change,
There are creatures, that seem so strange.
Like spiders, who spin their silken thread,
And weave a web, that's free of dread.
Our spider, she spins her web so fine,
And weaves a tapestry, that's oh so divine!
She captures dewdrops, in her web,
And makes a world, that's free of dread.
She spins the story, of our world,
In threads of beauty, that are unfurled.
She weaves the tale, of life and death,
And shows us all, what's truly best.
And though her web, may seem so small...
It holds the world, and holds us all,
For in her thread, we see the truth.
Of love and beauty, that's so uncouth.
So let us praise, this spider so fine,
And thank her for, her silken line,
For in her web, we see the light...
And know that everything, will be alright.
Sincerely,
The Brown Recluse
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Kaliyah Myers
"Change is imperative. But the kind of change is the most important detail."
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Six Feet Under
Buried alive. What a horrible way to go. Yazz lay there, in her own thoughts. What else could she do? She was hungry, thirsty, tired, mentally, and physically exhausted, and more than anything, she was bored. She hoped she would die of boredom before anything else, anything else would've been more painful. Like many people had, she and her friends had talked about what they reckon the worst ways to die were, it was a morbid subject, but it came up every now and again. Yazz had always been one to argue her point on drowning, others had mentioned burning alive, slowly and painfully bleeding to death, hung drawn and quartered, and being starved to death. It was strange that none of them had considered being buried alive, it had never come up. But now, she was thinking back to those conversations her and her friends had had, how could they have not thought about it? It took a lot longer than the others, you were completely confined, you couldn't move or do anything, you just had to wait, until your body was physically unable to support a life system anymore, which could take up to four days. Four! By far the longest out of all of them. She recounted some of these conversations just to try and pass the time, anything to pass the time. It was difficult to know how much time had passed since she had been underground, it was difficult to know anything. There were many things that Yazz didn't know, she didn't know where she was, she didn't know how she'd got into the coffin, she'd just woken up there. Yazz also didn't know what time it was, or even what day it was, she guessed at Tuesday, it was Sunday evening when she'd been buried alive, intentionally, and although it had felt like weeks had passed, she was still alive, which means she hadn't died from dehydration, and therefore it couldn't have been more than four days.
By Liam Storma day ago in Fiction
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Beautiful