New Poem: “PARTY 1”

web spun around me –
a web of words your mouths form –
words added to words
in sticky succession –
spreading their venom
through soundwaves
that weave the web
through me, between you
wedged unwillingly –
spun into its stickiness
movement impossible –
venom drips from the web
and coats me –
i slowly die here, stuck
in your words –

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