Light Study on Margins
Every time Harold crawls past me it does so with a certain trepidation I know I'm fascinating spare me the surprise would you Harold? Every time our eyes meet— my eyes accidentally swallowing yours you suddenly become larger so large I'm forced to sit still and see you for what you truly are we both need to talk about this Harold don't we? I wonder what you do in my absence I also wonder if you know you could do something: Crawl around the rack Kiss the soles of motionless shoes Climb up the table Poke the ash heap till it flattens or simply go hunt your insects like I have gone to hunt mine.



I love this concept!
I am super scared of spiders but this was a fun read! Keep writing dude!💖