Skelzonefire

Is this what it feels like? It’s been hardly a month and I’m encase in your web, tangled like the helpless fly in your silken string. The sweet, sweet taste lingering on my tongue just before your jaws snap shut, like that of the venus trap. I know nothing, hardly your birthday to your full name. Yet, I’m infatuated with how your eyes shine so radiantly. How your hair would feel ravelled around my fingertips. How your perfectly plump and pink lips would feel against my own. Any mention of you and my body can’t help but ache with an ironic mixture of nerves and elation. I fill my time daily with obsolete chores and