webs

i was cleaning cobwebs in the house the other day and noticed a fresher spiderweb that i got rid anyways. then i thought of the idea to write from the spider pov, kinda corny idk 

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When necessary I find a place, where ends meet, in order to make ends meet. 

 I secrete my silk from my spinneret, drawing threads in order to to create my web. The process is slow, each movement integral to my destination of 'web'.

My sticky geometric home, beautiful as it is useful, naturally I pour myself into the task, as nature intended. But you, larger than I, with your cruel machines and five legged abnormalities are languid in my destruction. And I , the unknowing intruder, caught in your 'web' must suffer.

Perhaps the flies bound in my silk feel the same as I do now. As I'm pulled from the known into dust and darkness, primed for disposal.

I wonder If my webs are fated for destruction, and if I am fated to be deemed unworthy by you, then why am I still so inclined to create?

And you, human, 

knowing this is all I have, 

why are you 

so inclined to destroy?

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think of this as a warmup more than anything else!! been awhile since ive gotten into this (i wrote this pre results day)  so its kinda mid but dw folks heat is coming soon fr :D