The Thread

The Thread

"A thread" she stated, then disclosed
the worried rift within the prose.
Within the fray was pulled a thread
the question now, is where it led.

What's in her mind and up her sleeve?
He starts to bob, and she to weave.
The gate way's breached, she pulls a stride,
a virtual moment turns the tide.

The die is cast, escape gone by,
A web of thread done on the fly.
A willing victim to what was done?
Do you "mind control"?, "Are you having fun?"

Quasimodem