Fuck.
She rubbed her head.
Fuck.
She rubbed her head again.
This time looking up.
She quickly blinked her eyes,
again she blinked faster.
What the fuck?
She shook her head.
No my imagination is doing it again,
it’s all in here.
She thought hitting her own head.
Bitch.
The words hit her fast.
She stopped
and looked up
staring at the image
of a man trapped in a….
She thought about it.
Is that an oversized spiderweb?
Shit that would mean…
Bitch.
The words hit her again,
she stared into the mans eyes.
Remember when you said
I wasn’t strong enough
because I was cold hearted?
She shrugged
you were right
I am fast enough though.
She ran down the hall
confronting a huge human like spider.
She stopped
thought about it
the man in the web was right
she wasn’t strong enough
and she was cold hearted.
She laughed,
she didn’t have to be now
the spider web did all the work.
There is a bigger treat up there
she pointed up
and kept walking.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina
There is a bigger treat up there.

Hehe. Your lingo made poetry sound like a conversation. Quirky
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Thanks I’m glad you like it.
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Welcome
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