a time ago i thought i could write something pretty that would glisten and cast rainbows on the wall when the sun shone upon it and stop a fly in its tracks across the glossy white expanse of cliff-side so the spider could weave its snowflake-web and trap it to devour and live to crawl another day...
but my words have spun a web of their own
now i am the one trapped
and the spider is eating me alive.
Kim McInnis
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/spider-fly/
