Cocooned
Sometimes the finest of threads
can be the stickiest,
the hardest
to escape
from.
can be the stickiest,
the hardest
to escape
from.
Sometimes the silkiest of threads
can hold the fastest,
can surround you
and engulf
you.
can hold the fastest,
can surround you
and engulf
you.
Sometimes the most beautiful of threads
are woven into a tight web
from which there
is no means of
escape.
are woven into a tight web
from which there
is no means of
escape.
So you stay,
trapped
by what was once beautiful
and now forms a prison,
a cocoon
seemingly comfortable.
but ready to eat you up
in the end.
trapped
by what was once beautiful
and now forms a prison,
a cocoon
seemingly comfortable.
but ready to eat you up
in the end.
Just ask the spider
and the fly.
and the fly.
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