Nicole Johnson

The webs began to form, as the spider spun around its prey like flies to waste.
Her mind was a tarnished flower that wilted underneath the suns rays.
People could walk in, but no one could escape.
Trapped inside like hollow cocoons where nothing flourished–
No butterflies exist.
It was a game of cat and mouse as they all tried to escape.
The feeling of loneliness sunk in when the lights turned out and swallowed them in darkness’s cave.
Chaos erupted and her heart beat swiftly.
No one knew she was screaming.
Trapped inside as the voices arose to a mere whisper.
It was then that she no longer suffered.