Victim Poem by Paige DeRogatis

I once was the delicate spider

Who wove a web of lies

Using false hopes as a weapon

To capture naive flies


I waited patiently to strike them

in an ambush I’ve devised

so I could hear the many screams

of all the victims I’ve surprised


Then one day my artwork fell

as it was built with cruel intentions

It seems that guile makes a weak foundation

And envy should not breed inventions


And now I’m tangled in my web

Caught in a trap that once was mine

Demolished by my masterpiece

A victim of my own design