Poem-Blair,you're no longer alone.

hiding in the silhouettes of corners and crevices
thought a villainous pest
hanging by a thread for her life and others
a hero in a tasteless B movie
but with intentions pure at heart
her eyes glaze over the monotonous lives of others
reflecting the empty grey life of her own
quietly she moves with grace and stealth unmatched by any
not to be seen.
she tends to her house of strings
everyday
when tending not to the bundle of silk
she lingers in the interlacement
in hope of a friend
the elderly man caught her
lost himself in her image
and freed her from the vicissitudes of mundanity
she could only thank him,but could not.
then gathered her remains with a broom and pan
all those beautiful little fools
will follow the same path.