POEM — Waiting for Flies (or Godot)

Waiting for my prey

I sit patiently

Silently

In quiet reflection

Imagining things better left unsaid
For a serious lack of judgement

Or a simple error

Sends fresh blood

Spinning into my many, many hands.

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Carly Zee is a writer who enjoys fine things and delights in the absurd. Carly seems to have a thing for spiders, and can be found at https://carlyzee.wordpress.com/