Trapped.
She keeps hanging on to him
Like a flea
Even till the time when her
flesh turned flabby
And her skin became wrinkled
And she seved no other
Aestethic purpose.
There was no reason for them
to be together
But still she hung on
Like a fly in agony hangs
Stuck to a cobweb.
Because she is entangled
She is trapped
Transfixed.
And still she keeps hanging
on to him.
Alfred Grech
11/09/2020.
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