Seamless, sticky death trap

Feigned entry of a fly through the window,

wobbling out a dizzy tap-dance pattern on the wallpaper,

scatterbrained, seeing my room through a multitude of lenses.

Which picture is real to it?  Which reality fits its head?

Everything hears the continuous mini-chainsaw buzz,

even the microbes that hide on its abdomen and mouth parts,

harboring contagions that breed influenza – germs have ears, right?

Fragile wings and legs of thread, short-lived, raisin-like speck,

the cause of dirtied drinks, consumed cow pies and itchy pets.

I shed a tear at its demise in the center of a spider’s web.

This time I am fortunate for my size in such a small matter

of tempting the spinner of Fate’s seamless, sticky death trap.

About tyler4turtles

I am an avid photographer, poet, ecologist, bookworm, blogger, art enthusiast and runner who calls Montana home but lives in Oregon.
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2 Responses to Seamless, sticky death trap

  1. This is excellent because of the vocabulary and the inner plus universal feel.

    • Thank you, Anna! Glad you enjoyed my poem. This is why we must think before we squash a spider, fly or ant – it could just as easily be the universe that falls upon our head. Hope you have a relaxing weekend 🙂

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