Webs

He takes my mistakes and spins it like thread; And out from the web the finest dread

He takes my regret and puts it in the fire; And out of the pit come my worst desire

He takes my shame and puts it on his feet; And next thing you know he’s down the street

He takes my love and puts it on his mantle; Then he swears protection on his broken angel

Β© Delia Ross. 2019

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