Aug 2015
When a spider is scared,
Too scared to run,
To bite,
It draws together.
Knees press inward,
Meeting at a point,
They cover their vulnerability
In an impenetrable wall
Of legs and cuticle.
Tonight, when I close my eyes-
When all I want is the silent,
Empty screen of sleep-
I see the octopedal child
Curled,
Frightened.
I think; "this is me."
Too scared to run,
To bite,
It draws together.
Knees press inward,
Meeting at a point,
They cover their vulnerability
In an impenetrable wall
Of legs and cuticle.
Tonight, when I close my eyes-
When all I want is the silent,
Empty screen of sleep-
I see the octopedal child
Curled,
Frightened.
I think; "this is me."
I have eight pet spiders and I know them well. So well I'm beginning to use their behaviors as representations of my own feelings in my head.
