I am trapped.

Body bound in webs.

Unable to move forward or go back.

I cannot live here forever.

The future would mean nothing but a slow death.

Left to rot in the dark.

***

In my shaking hands I hold a lit match.

It could burn away my binds.

Free me entirely.

Banishing the darkness and becoming my light I need.

How I would celebrate the release.

All I would need to do is drop the match.

***

Yet my hands shake.

I quiver for I also fear the flame.

I might just burn up with the webs.

They have been a part of me for such a long time.

They could be protecting me from a worse fate I cannot see from my position.

Some beast that might devour me painfully.

***

The flame will not last forever and it never does.

I have no idea how many more matches are left inside the box.

This might be the final one.

I want to escape yet my hands continue to shake.

Do I seize the opportunity?

Do I even have a choice?