A Dangerous Enthral – #WeekendWritingPrompt

It’s an odd moment

when you recognise

his fingers for pins

pressed through

your skin,

and into the wall

behind.

 

Must be the same

panic,

as an insect

caught up

in spider silk.

Not all shimmer

is gold.

 

Too late

to be free

without loosing

something

perhaps all

of you, yourself,

in the struggle.

wk-113-enthral

 

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