The Thorn Web
By Kimberly Koerber-Bauer-Koerber
A tangle of grey, white, and black,
A place to hide and have a grand old time.
I place that is special and off the beaten track.
The thorns get sharper as time goes on
– 'Welcome – ‘it’s
your dime’".
The Thorn Web grows around the person,
and the person no
longer exists
Thicker and thicker thorns grind into the skin.
The person thinks they are special and that
The Thorn Web is not
a trap, but is a fix.
The Thorn Web starts out as a drink (just one),
a drug, or a desire
to be thin.
Thorns that grind, thorns that bind,
Thorns that people
wear
But think they left behind.
This outfit of doom is worn on the
Inside and is hidden from others strong and fair.
The Thorn Web is a place of intentions past and
Intentions yet to
find.
The Thorn Web is a stall, a stopping place,
And sometimes an end
Because untreated addictions and compulsions
Advance and have a
life of their own.
No good intentions, after a certain point,
Are there to think
about or send.
Instead of a life well lived, The Thorn Web
Is an advanced
picture of seeds that have been sown.
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