Friday, 25 May 2012


The Spider weaves its magic web
Across the window of my mind
As I wait here indefinitely
For something to happen.
Spider knows no time
Or boundaries
Just keeps spinning
Like the tales you spin
Every time I ask you where you've been.
My eyes transfix
Upon the web woven there
As I watch
It becomes entangled in my hair
And I no longer have the desire to move
Or try to break away.
I am wrapped in Spider's stick web
No longer holding my breath
No longer breathing
Gossamer eases the pain
My heart stops.

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