Auntie Dearest

You sit there, spinning your web Of lies and manipulation. Always playing the victim, the poor tortured soul, who survived hell. Playing with your loved ones, like puppets on a string, watching to see how many times they run your obstacle course. Just rats in a maze. How many souls will you eat, before you’ve had your fill? Destroying the lives of everyone around you. Never satisfied, until everyone is as miserable as you are. One day, they’ll all be free, and you’ll be left alone with nothing, but the broken threads of your web to keep you warm at night.