Weaving Way


Maybe a lost cause

a lost girl.

Found by a wayward woman.

A predator, inquisitive, tarnished but bold.

Weaving her web to wayward prey.

Talons sharpened by the victims she slays.

Ascending the turbulent sky…defacing ache.

I guess she must fly where pleasure belongs.

I want to believe…she teases away the mistakes.

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