Slightest murmur sends gossamer threads'
shimmering messages to the core.
Awakening of ancient desires,
to tear from the bone
each shred of dignity remaining.
Draw back the breath of fear,
piercing each moment.
Stifle it.
Smother it.
Strangle its strength.
Living for each cry of pain;
for each shard of blood
to sever reality.
Benign venom
slithers down fangs of glass.
Droplets on strings
you think you control.
Gossamer stretches;
breaking point.
A rapid recession of you.
Laughter.
Glass shatters
as venom
turns inwards.
Stings through every vein.
Network of nothingness.
Brush away the web.
