An invitation by a black widow

An invitation by a black widow

A Poem by andrew mitchell

The fly I had become
was on the wall
I listened for intent
only to fly away
disappointed.

If only the walls
could speak
of my escape.

© 2022 andrew mitchell


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Added on November 20, 2022
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andrew mitchell
andrew mitchell

adelaide, Australia



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