Aerialism – A Poem

Note: This poem is quite…unpolished, mainly because much of my energy this week had been devoted to my #StrangeLit submission (I’m trying to be better at fiction, y’all). So apologies for that. But at least the image is pretty? Hope you like it, nevertheless.

Aerialism Poem Spider Web

The art of aerialism:

You have to concede

to the spider silk

twining through your limbs as

you hang above applause,

as you wait for consumption.

You have to concede.

There is a peculiar sort of grace

in this tangled stasis.

There is a hush, breathless,

quivering, as you still yourself

and exhale.

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