Inmate

37 years I've been held captive by her. My sweet of a saviour. Seized,etched in my weary worn crib, Both prisoner's Where strange hands hold the key. Her family appendages reach out to mine In a tormented, mechanical embrace. To be a fly, that loves a day. An hour. The tired worn threads hold secrets, seen things. Seen little. For a brief moment the fly paused in its flight.