Her legs lightly tapped her floor.
Counting each step... Each breath.
Had she been spotted?
She'd never blend against the great white that surrounded her,
And ironically if she had been spotted...
the deep black would oh too soon welcome her in.
No choice but to bolt.
A short but long venture had claimed her life.
The Lady... Spider.
©Odd 31/01/13
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Just a some what "odd" girl, living in what feels like a glass box. Hello Opuss, the savour of my sanity. my little private world amongst a life of being watched and watching.
Twisting and curling -. A vine constricting,. Snaking around a trunk, gripping the bark,. Growing in light, hiding in dark,. Turning - spreading - stealing life,. A strangling slow death,.
Against the elements You battle on Just a sapling In the breeze Standing your ground On wasteland No protection From falling trees Every year Growing stronger Branches reach Towards the sky A new...
A moth drawn to the flame, A flicker in the dark, A heady combination, A teasing, taunting spark.
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