• Too Late to Fly

    All alone,
    Never leaves,
    The web she has spun herself.

    Fool her once,
    She hides away.
    Never leaving,
    No one enters.

    Folded,
    Crying,
    Suffocating,
    In her conjured container.

    Every inch towards the door,
    The rope tightens,
    She pulls,
    She tugs.

    Her perfect chance,
    She tries to fly,
    Her wings are useless,
    They never truly grew.

    She sits,
    Alone,
    In the dark,
    In her eternal cocoon.