I bandaged them all over, it made them look like mummies. I tried to make them understand that it was how I felt but they just kept claiming they couldn't breathe.
I told them to stop breathing then.

They couldn't. And they blamed me.

I told them cobwebs were prettier and much lighter but they wouldn't trade. I told them it was their only chance.
They tried to spit at my face.

I was even less happy and even more annoyed. I called them pitiful. I called them weak. They knew that what I said was true.
They wanted to leave me.
I wanted to throw them away.

I couldn't.

They were all soldered in me. I didn't like it any more than they did.