Fallen Trap

Spider Webb
So attractive and enticing
The way the dew drops linger
The way the sun reflects color prisms

Not my webb
But I find myself there often
Caught up in sold dreams



We can just meet again

In another existence


Of this secret obsession

I hate the idea

Of treating the spider like it doesn’t exist. 

Retracting my claws

Admire the webb from a distance. 


Your journey is more important 

I won’t strain it.


My journey moves on..

In the opposite direction.

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