her long and
slender loving fingers
wove each moment of life
into a sticky, fragile web
each pattern more complex
more profound
more insane
and sometimes
she was the web
and sometimes the fly
struggling deeper
into the pattern
and sometimes
she was the spider
fat and brown and knowing
that it was all a circle anyway
most often she was all three
pressed together
in wicked trinity

© J.L.Stanley