Streaks of light sprout like wings,
Long and thin like a dragonfly's,
Gold as my guitar strings.
The lines blur in a haze
Before clearing up—
Like swinging dew on spider thread,
Incessantly ringing in my head
As I try to focus away
From all your flies,
Pinging and colliding in my mind's web,
Thrashing as you scream my name...
Leaving you there
Was no different to consuming the flies.