Every thread of lies traps the soul.
👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀
Small lies weaving threads that coil,
Each whispering, silken lines that curl
Then they recoil, spiders in the dark
They choke my pulse, entrap my heart
👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀
The threads now tangle, truths unwield,
They spin, from their chaos, not a shield
The mirror's glass distorts, breaks trust
Lies fill my veins, their venom lasts
👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀
The web of lies, within spoiled threads
Binds my soul with subtle dread
Each caught in silk, woven with glee
When they unfurl, bring me to the knees
👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀
Too late, my soul is bared;
It tries to flee, but the web ensnares
Silk on skin, it ties, it binds
No one frees; my truth, none finds.
👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀
Gone. Only my web stays.
👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀👀🕸️🕷️🕸️👁️🕷️🕸️👀
Original poem by Michelle Liew. AI tags are coincidental.
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Michelle Liew Tsui-Lin
Hi, i am an English Language teacher cum freelance writer with a taste for pets, prose and poetry. When I'm not writing my heart out, I'm playing with my three dogs, Zorra, Cloudy and Snowball.
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Comments (6)
Love it, especially the emojis that seem to add to it. Very well written.
This is quite the clever metaphor.
Oh wow, that last line, I especially loved that!
So poignant, Michelle!
Well-wrought! "Trust me," said the spider to the fly...
"only my web stays" - I love that