Fracturing Spiderwebs.

It only takes a moment.
One of them said. I was unsure which.
My eyes were closed.
I had fingers spread and grasping, like spiders' legs scrambling.

And I remember the first time I'd ever killed one;
pressing, pressing, pressing down.
Into the ground
it went, dirt and grime and its life, its complete knowledge gone.
I was young. I wondered if there was a place for spiders' souls.
God's existence was never a question;
he did not exist. Not as he was worshiped.
Never. Ever. Could he exist as he was explained to me.
Higher power?
Don't pull me down so.

It's all right.
One of them said to me.
Condescending, but I did not mind.
My eyes flickered behind my lids.
It's all right, really.
They said.
I said; Tempted the devil with my song
and got what I wanted.
I whispered; What I wanted.
Louder; All along.

I wondered what would happen.
Where were the spirals?
Conjugated effects of the fake fact of physics.
What, what, what would happen?
I smiled, fell backwards.

Over in a moment, yes?
Plunge of water, cold and colder and coldest when I gasped.
Breathe here.
Breathe again.

Just a moment, here.
I said, to the music; Shine on forever.
I was fire. I was wind like rust and I was here.
Existant.
Laughing and gasping breath.


Heh.
One of them said, amused.
You smell like roses.