“Thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud thud”
Goes the butterfly on the glass
Thud thud thud
She cries
Thud thud thud
The static of the monitor burns her wings
Thud thud thud
Thud thud thud
A place she cannot access
Thud thud thud
But if she could
Thud thud thud
This spider would have a feast
Thud thud thud
And the spider is
So hungry.
Thud thud. It stops.
There’s webs on the screen.
















