Mia Arias
I always see the victims you hoard in your little web.
You, next to them, smiling.
They are unknowingly trapped, but in their eyes,
how could they know?
They look, and the web is not there.
They haven’t even tried leaving
such a pretty person like you,
They stay put.
Until the spider is hungry and the entertainment is gone.
You try to run but are stopped by her amazing charisma,
The see-through lines that you decided
to ignore back then
tie you still.
You trash around in hopes you can flee
as she is not there.
Little did you know,
the spider webs won’t let go of
your arms,
your legs,
your body,
You're precious to her, you know?
She couldn’t let her food go away after winning a game of play.