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my friend the fly
by Lisa-Dawn SparlingHe spins a web around her and locks her in.
She fights at first but then gives in.
She starts to enjoy watching him,
And thinks he must love her,
He hasnt eaten her
.. yet.
She forgets what it was like in her world,
She forgets how it feels to fly,
Lured into false security,
She isnt lonely any more and besides,
He hasnt eaten her
yet.
She never questions what happened to the others,
Or thinks about the bits of wings and legs,
They are now part of the scenery,
He must think shes better than the others,
Because he hasnt eaten her
..yet. 05/30/2004 Author's Note: OK THIS IS NOT THE REAL VERSION. THE REAL VERSION DISSAPPEARED WITHOUT A TRACE< THIS IS ME TRYING TO REMEMBER. IT WAS MUCH BETTER FIRST TIME AROUND
Posted on 05/30/2004
Copyright © 2025 Lisa-Dawn Sparling
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 05/31/04 at 04:24 PM LOL! Reminds me of that old horror movie the fly, where Vincent Price's head ends up on the body of a fly and vice versa, then he gets caught in a spider's web. |
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