Wolf

A short Confessional-era-esque piece about dissuaded suicide.

Silk rope hung round his neck

Touches residual

Teen stubble

 

Maybe it’s from the Wolf

Spiders inhabiting

His bathroom

 

But I forget myself;

Wolf Spiders do not

Produce webs

 

They would not be strong

Enough to support me

Anyway

The End

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