Crime & Grime Poem by Ali Warewolf

No corner to wedge my narrow body slightly in between. Red eyes glimmering from every possible direction. Trapped in woven clouds of spider webs. Poisonous spiders running across every part of my body including my head. So much dust filtering my ears. Perhaps if I wipe it out, the dust won't be able to make its way into my brain. I have no armor. All I have is an old jumpsuit with silver snaps and a collar. My mind couldn't even spare me a simple scarf to protect my bare head. I can already feel the the spider bites swelling and it hurts. Soon the poison will spread into my brain and kill me. I set out on a personal mission to clear my head of dust because it's building from the guilt I have for falling into lust with another woman. I just don't no what came over me. I'm not a queer. I've never even known that side of me. Either I find a way to clear my mind or I will forever be confined.