A spider's web; each delicate thread woven with the greatest of care
Gleaming in the sunrise, adorned with such enchanting dew
Admired for its beauty, the trap this fly falls in willingly, once, twice
The fly is back for more bites yet again today
Its blood starts to dissipate, the fly grows weak
Just how long until its delicate wings break?
But it can't stop; no, this is a fly's only purpose
If it doesn't fall in this trap, which of the other millions will?
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Random Short Stories/Poems
SonstigesWARNING: May be disturbing or graphic This will contain short stories and poems that I write just because! Some will be horror, some sweet, some just plain weird
