Saturday 18 June 2022


Sometimes the finest of threads

can be the stickiest,

the hardest

to escape


Sometimes the silkiest of threads

can hold the fastest,

can surround you

and engulf


Sometimes the most beautiful of threads

are woven into a tight web

from which there 

is no means of


So you stay,


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.

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