My English exam is in 50 minutes >.<
that night
my apartment was
the nexus of two universes
(yours and mine)
something like a venn diagram
(we met in the middle)
Silver threads,
delicately strong
they keep you here…
gravity is what they weave.
But the bugs
They crawl and they creep
They hover over me
They fly over you and they
with a hum and a hiss
threaten to corrode the invisible glitter…
that spills from our fingertips as we touch.
The bugs hover over me
They fly over you and they
threaten to take you away from me.
The bugs eat the silver threads
They fly over you and they
want to take you away from me.