Gardaab* Poem by Orange Geometry

Contorted
Badly out of proportion
The neurotic spiral beckons you in.
Enticing
With promises none
Of what lies in its core.
As you step into her gossamer lair
Ring after ring
Unfolds
Unfurls.
Slowly at first
Coquettishly
Then with ease...
Then with passionate avarice she comes upon you
Gulping
Wolfing you down.

The insatiable temptress sits back tonight
Spinning her ever-illusive snare
'Sigh! '
She waits
Pines
For the next gullible victim
Who dares to read her.


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