Tangled

by Brittany Watson

When I close my eyes,
there is no quiet
only black.
Threads stretch in every direction,
A tangled web spun too tight,
too thick,
too endless.
They cling to my skin,
wrap around my wrists,
my throat
silk turned to something cruel.
The more I fight,
the tighter it pulls.
The air thins
Or maybe it’s stolen.
Only the quiet realization,
Settling heavier than the webs themselves
that I am not escaping this.
I am being kept.
And I cannot breathe.

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Brittany Watson is an emerging fantasy writer based in Texas whose work explores identity, emotional duality, and the quiet cost of survival. Her poetry captures moments of reflection, unraveling, and becoming.