Each fibre
Spun and sticky
The unwary
Wrapped
Bitten
Sleepy
Drained
Desiccated
Held and harmed
in equal measure.
A shadow off-centre
Plotting
Paranoid
In my periphery
Fearing the day
When the thread is cut
And the apparatus
Tumbles useless
And blankets down
Leaving open passage to green
And dancing