Meter Monday: The Web Trap

by Marilyn Moy

huddled in my room

clock ticking endlessly

a-d-d-i-c-t-e-d to the net

entangling me in its firm hold

wish to be forever free

and sometimes there’s a little hole that I dig my body into

my scales burning with irritation

my flesh bleeding

and I’m out

but the trap ensnares me again

and again

countless times

Is there a way out of this cycle?

I want to be alive

but I’m dead inside

a façade

Who am I again?

Lies surround me

encroaching into the air I breathe

God, help me

a tired whisper

forms from my lips

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