(Originally written in English)

Cobweb

Slowly, she set her eyes on the peeled ceiling

and then let her lids drift closed

in a slumber of sorts

--

I could not move,

I could not speak,

only my rasped breaths I could hear

echo in the hall,

where the sounds of silence always found a place:

my breathing, crunching noises under tiny hairy legs

of spiders

-and I was never afraid of spiders but

she was-

small spidery trails of dust and a defective, silly floorboard

that creaked under fallen feathers-

I would have expected the ghosts to come for us

anytime now,

eerily hostile, pale and scrawny,

their mouths a gaping abyss,

had I not known better.

--

I knew better,

so my I planted my feet next to the spiders’

and hid,

waiting, shaking,

for a Goddess to materialize

-stunning beauty reserved for the divine - all sorts of wisdom such creatures are blessed with-

and kiss her brow affectionately.

--

I waited for her for a long time,

it could be moments, it could be years,

but the sounds of silence in the hall were all I had

and all that ever came.

A lie,

she had lied to me,

an ugly lie, she’d never come.

I bowed my head, defeated,

and soon

my eyes, my wishes, were sealed as well

in a slumber of sorts.

--

Later that night, I woke up with a headache

and my forehead tingling slightly,

-oh dear, they got the wrong person-

Panic;

Until I frantically glanced at the direction of the immobile body

and it was-

-

-

- missing