Friday, May 29, 2009

The Spider

He weaved his shelter while smoke possessed his entire aura. Now the spider dangles from a branch like a broken pendulum. Addiction was his life and his life was a cross slowly burning on a mountain's summit only to be blown away by a gust of poison.

1 comment:

  1. I know some of these spiders, and love them so much. So helpless to help them. A poignant write to my eyes and heart.