The truth that day
was like indivudual
nylon strands of
spider’s web
emitting a light show
in each filiment
non sparingly
strewn across the room
spilling into every
creviced corner
alive with electrical decay,
chit chattering
my teeth
past repetitive
arrangments of
up down strokes,
until the sparrows
clawed away
at the flesh on my face
and dug their claws between
my teeth.