Does It Hurt When The Spider Spins Her Web?

Does It Hurt When The Spider Spins Her Web? ...cutting into her soul she pulls strands of moments better left forgotten bloodstained and ragged edged these strands she weaves into lines of poetry -songs -stories some loose strands she ties on her feet and dances stomps them until they are flat straight and narrow much unlike her path some hard strands she whittles into arrows with which she pierces her eyes so tears turned salt can turn again to tears and fall the almost pretty strands she wraps around her arms forming bracelets of memories she dares others to remove the fine strands of shame she braids into her hair hoping they will disappear into the wind as she shakes her head against repeating the past cutting into her soul is not a pleasant venture but she is a messenger a creative creature and so she must she knows if it doesn’t hurt to create then she is not alive and creation does not exist because for her the purest form of creativity is existence...