His Web - Poem by Gabrielle Hastings
He loves me, he loves me not.
In his web, I've been caught.
He spun this web for me to lie.
But I've grown sick as the days pass by.
Every now and then, he'll bring me a treat.
How I love and think it's oh so sweet.
Though from his web, I sit and watch.
As other girls begin to get caught.
Caught in webs of lies to themselves.
Of course, these lies get stacked on shelves.
These shelves spread sickness through the web.
Bringing us closer and closer to being dead.
And so now we're left to make a choice.
Let the poison kill, or live and rejoice.
Some girls will wait till it's finally spread.
But me, I've seen a spider that lives in a shed.
He's quiet and alone.
Yet he's never at home.
He likes to watch me with all eight of his eyes.
Sometimes I watch him as he catches flies.
We've never said, 'Hi'.
Yet, we both know it's time.
For nature to work it's magic.
And though it may be quite tragic...
It's about time for my old mate to die.
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