Cobwebs
i built my house out of
cobwebs crocheted together
it can handle
heavy weather & i'm
stuck inside. in a victim
i confide, i give it
away & then
run & hide. that's
not me in there, i
slid out between
bone; i played fair &
you enjoy it alone.
Copyright © Rachel Hart | Year Posted 2010
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