There’s a spider web between us. Do the threads tickle your skin? Dainty work I doubt you’ve noticed.

We’re sewn together. We’re stretched apart. We’re tied like hostages, like hairs in a Band-Aid. I’m not convinced we’re safe; either we’re shoes set to trip or hands holding a cat’s cradle. We can’t be both. I can’t tolerate the distance, but I can’t pull away. I’m drawn behind you like a carriage.

Trapped between us are things we missed, the glances and nods, words spoken under our breath. I’m watching their blood drain away. When you read this, they’ll be husks.

Reach your arm toward me before it’s too late. Coil the web around us. Pull me closer. Spin in circles ‘til we collide. I’ll risk the arachnid for the silk.

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