SPIDER SHELL

Webs are convoluted. Find a shell, instead.

Sharpen! (You don’t need me to tell you)
I swear to do the same
Make a fuss about it, why not?
Put your boots on and
Stomp ‘til all that’s left is
A clump of string

Then break those windows
Crush those old totems
Bite the silver that stings
The winter inside your mouth
Keep stringing along

I’d always thought silk was light, smooth
But these cobwebs slow and darken
Flies fall in, and you shred them clean
It’s not your fault they reappear 
They share a callous disregard
For the art of deceiving the enemy

Raindrops balance here now
Placed by a tear in the eye, perhaps?
No, no, I was clearing my sinuses!

Will you survive the hurricane?
If you can, something will fly your way
I only pray for your patience

Now, paragon, enjoy some privacy
You deserve it