I fed the spider
with dead flies
caught by rubber band
the spider thrived
beneath the widow ledge
where dust and mites gravitated
till fat and sate, she gave birth
and the room became a web within a web
..
I thought, if I were born minature
I would not shelter in the dark
eating flies
but climb instead to the light
and die in full sight
of all the pained glory beyond
my smallness and my web of one
but what did I know of being a spider?
I only fed her, I only watched her devour
the wings of the flies I killed
Perhaps we would feel more kin to spiders if we saw more clearly the webs we weave about us (not just the tangled ones of deceitful others into which we blunder) in our lives, webs within webs catching stranger things than flies.
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I find this strangely unsettling 💜
This is surly one of your best.
Ouch
Thank you 🙂 xo
I’m sorry! I know what you mean though! xo
Yes but excellently written 💜
Thank you very very much for reading – sending you love xo
Thank you 💜