Spiders

                                                       By: Naima Averoff

I struggle,

I fight.

Fighting for my life through the pain

A moth attracted to the intricate web that has been formed

The radiant spider watches,

Waiting for the moth to tire itself out

What a shame,

Such a stupid creature,

The attraction so strong it’s now caught in an iron web

Poor creature,

It’s willing to die happily in your web,

A web built on lies and broken hearts,

Stuck in a painful cycle.

Stupid moth,

Beautiful spider.