...After a Misunderstanding
by Sarah Elisabeth
Tangled
We sleep
And night blooms over our
Breathing; contrition flows from my
Weary eyes and down your consoling fingers
We are the same, you and I
These solemn tears need no explanation, and
Moonlight reveals the transparent:
That our spider-limbs recoil from the flame
These silken strands, ashen now,
Stick! Then pluck and scratch and Scream!
Askew we hang
Tangled
