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Silk and Lace

Laura Lancaster, 2010

He sculpts a mesh of silken thread
Like a frail and fragile lace,
Then waits and waits, and waits
And waits with hungry patience
Till she feels safe enough to spread
Her wings and take to flight.
He waits and waits, and waits
And waits with greedy patience
Till the thrill of freedom grips her
As each worry dissipates.
He waits till she draws closer
To his pretty silken snare,

Till she shuts her eyes to feel the rush
And pleasure of the air.
With a sudden lurch she opens
Her eyes to find she’s stuck to
A piece of lace and still
He waits and waits, and waits
And waits with cruel patience
Till she’s tangled up in sticky silk
From trying to break free.
Then he pounces, and with open jaws,
Sends venom through her veins,
Sucking out the lifeblood, leaving
Nothing but a dry and hollow husk
With shredded wings.
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