frayed wisps

emotions are spiders
haunting the webs
within our minds
silent still shadows
in the dark corners
of introspective mist
feeling for the slightest
before unleashing
hellish watercolors
to tint the day’s malaise

grotesquely swollen
some skitter moribundly
overfed on
the negative array
that constantly contorts
the spinal ambiguities
until all the threads
have become knotted
frayed wisps unafraid
to tarnish the silver linings
of fabled transition

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