Spider’s Silk

The recent headline news about a young girl kidnapped at eleven prompted this poem. My prayers go out to her and her daughters so that they may recover from the nightmare.

Spider’s Silk
Delicate wisps of
baby’s breath,
a late night kiss,
hands that nestle
too long in places
they don’t belong.
The silent thrill she
doesn’t feel as he
spreads his fingers
to trap her innocence.
"There’s nothing wrong,"
he says,
not as long as she knows
he loves her
and always will.
"It is our secret,”
he whispers, stripping her
of any sense of who she is.
She’s daddy’s little girl,
captured and drained
of life…dead before
her wings are
spread.