A spider spins a web,
It rests in the corner of a room.
There’s a fly buzzing around.
It seems to be lost.
The spider waits patiently.
It is hungry for more.
The fly has found itself somewhere unfamiliar.
It can’t find an exit.
A spider catches a fly,
And sinks its venom into it.
The fly is confused,
Where did it go wrong?
The spider slowly wraps the fly,
A fragile cage of soft silk,
The fly can’t move,
but it is comfortable.
It tries to deny its fear.
‘I’m no longer lost!’
It thinks.
‘I have a comfortable home!’
Was there somewhere it needed to be?
Had it already forgotten its pain?
Was this love false?
Was there someone real-
Crunch.
The fly came to his senses.
He’d been liquefied in his comfortable cocoon.
How had he not noticed?
He’d let himself be devoured.
I was stupid. So stupid.
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