spiders without bodies

by ibull

scroll through the feels
tweet your insecurities
disparage cynicism and apathy;
go on, commodify your paranoia

unload yourself wherever you go
enact memory with each exchange
heuristics lighten your cognitive load;
shake, shake, shake the pan

find your-self singular,
in perfect form, but
beware those trolls;
they devour fragmented, golden mirrors

you do not exist for you
but to validate the silk-spinners
who cocoon others with self-hatred;
those spiders without bodies