From Grace

 

As the tables turn

  I am a holograph of nocturnal 

      Moon ray- 

Stuck, vapidly warped into a molecular relay, 

  as if caught, 

      Caught, 

         In a gridded net, 

           Zapped, 

              and my frequencies stuck on buzzzzzzzzzz

and slowly, 

                        .....A Spider creeps. 

Ensnared. some dimensional web, invisible, electrocuting, 

  

                        .....Death is a Spider, 

  and she's coming for me. 

Foreboding, 

   In the corner loathing, 

      'Til my streak of adrenaline hits it's peak. 

Heart racing. Facing death in the shadows over there. 

Because of what I have done. 

I fell. 

     in love.