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.