WORDS FROM THE HALLWAY
She had spun herself a web- not one of lies nor of truth-
Just a sticky situation to let others come into
It’s quite strange, to be a bird like her
For words and songs aren’t always heard
She declares her faith to one admirer
But the nest and the next she has no desire.
Birds can’t speak but she’s a flyer.
Watch her dive, watch her drive,
Watch her spin her web of crimes.
Watch those tears fall down others' faces,
Will she stop and slow her pace?
Twig legs no longer there,
She’s disgusted and caught in her hair.
Dare she move once more? Fuck those birds and slam the door.