I am trapped soullessly
In this web of deceit
Floating on ether
Broken dreams,and the bloody innards
Of a wine bottle;
Thinking how...
The tables have somehow
denrut, and how
I have become the spider
And you are just a lifeless fly
Hanging upside down with ripped wings
And an empty ribcage
Like in real life
Where you heart ought to have been.
YOU ARE READING
Black Coffee
Poetry"Normality is an illusion. What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly"- Anon. In life we tenderly bloom, slowly shrivel and then die like flowers. This small collection of poetry reveals human emotion from a number of different perspectives...
