He’s suffocating in a spider’s web!
He feels grounded like a rooted tree!
He’s had a bad week, taunted by his own emotions, but a good week at school.
His hours have changed to accommodate his needs; his mother is grateful.
It’s a cold winter morning and the dew has settled like broken rivers along the lawn.
He stares, crab like, at the droplets of collected mist that dangle along the window.
A spider’s web he sees, like a field of patchwork silk, yet broken up along the way.
Flies trapped in a cauldron!
His eyes wander through and beyond the tangled web and glares at a twisted nest below an uprooted tree.
‘I feel like that fly’, he says – trapped, just waiting to be taken!
‘I feel like that tree’, he says – twisted like roots!