Spider legs

One morning I woke to find
Your eyelashes edging towards me
Flitting about like spider legs, frantic
caught as I was, by your
empty words and
indifference

I stopped writing after
I stopped writing after
I stopped writing after

you

I stopped until I couldn’t stop any more
and I wondered
between what circumstances
and what magnetism that
orchestrates our convergency
did you begin to consume my heart
and swallow whole,
leaving me as nothing,
as nothing

once more?

(even my),
however free
However captivated
when presented with –
when presented to me
I only thought to bring it
To you.