In a cage of her own design

I once knew a girl,

 that was like a kitten.

life 

was

 a 

ball

 of 

yarn

she would play

 happily

 for hours 

pushing and spreading 

the yarn

 everywhere

till the yard instead

 of being her plaything

became her captor

and she got wound up in it so tightly she couldn't move

I tried to help

but I was not the help 

that she wanted

so I had to sit back

 and watch 

as she slowly 

suffocated

Reviews

[S. K. Burke]

I agree with FT, the tragic irony is really interesting here, good work!

[terry smith]

Thanks! :)...........

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a sad state to witness...suffocating in a web of her own making...it's ironic how the onlooker often sees these things before the person who is experiencing it..a great write, my friend

[terry smith]

Thanks FT, part of the NiGel FinLey experience...sadly.

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yes...i completely get that, Terry...you are welcome