Wasp II

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Embedded close to what was far to the statue, because what could it be otherwise?

Trailing the edge of the web that hung from beneath the rusted metal. A cut through appears over and over though it doesn’t make it any less appealing. Bruises on the nails or tiles on the roof with eyes half shut.

I wish that the moss would grow further away from the drifted wood. It’s corner expanding up towards the branch that feels so rough, yet opens so smooth. Fighting against the entropy as if there is an end point to the friction.

Ticking closer, but only as far as the eyes can see. Resuming normality towards a shudder with no movement.

The cracks don’t seem as harsh after all.