I just woke up from a dream where I was looking at a rose bush with spiderwebs on it, but in the spiderwebs different poetry was written. Kind of like Charlotte’s Web but more pretty. And on the bush next to it someone had written more poetry on the leaves in silver metallic sharpie.
I wish I could remember what the poetry said. Considering it was my own dream, it was probably my own poetry.
Tiny porcelain spider web 🕸🕷🍓✨ Nurielle Stern, 2020.