Full Moon Snap
The circle pulled tightly,
the victim my witness.
While held to the ground
its grip was relentless.
I stretched toward the light
and prayed feet would follow.
They sank in the pitch,
in which I must wallow.
Futile escape plan.
Sprung inner trap.
Remorse for the manner,
and ludicrous actions...
Full moon snap.
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