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Steel wool on a spool-
I made a spider’s web.
The spider grabbed one end and pulled,
Puzzling, “what kind of thread?”
It pushed me in and made me spin.
“Serves you right for copying me.”
The thread turned like a skipping rope,
But not a children’s game for me.
“I’ll be trussed up, I’ll be eaten.
Mocked a spider- now I’m beaten.”
“Come along now,” they all said.
“It’s fantasy. You are not dead.”
But if that’s true, where am I now?
It isn’t home somehow.

I write occult and visionary fiction, and self-publish it as free books. I also write poetry and flash fiction, some of which is occult and visionary but not all, and I belong to a Spoken Word group for writers in my local area.
My Instagram is candyray1 and my WordPress blog is candyrayblog.wordpress.com

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If you would like to have your work published in The Poetry Bar send your poem, a few words about yourself and the link to your blog and Instagram account to the e-mail poetrybar1@gmail.com

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