I am jealous of spiders
Those small, poisonous creatures
They don't care how small they are
Or how weak they are
They fight for their life despite the conditions
They hunt their prey without hesitation
Without pity
Without fear
They can enter any room
They don't need your permission
They all know their purpose
They all fight for their purpose
They catch or become food
They can create their world however they want
No one tells them how to connect their strings
They are clever
That's what makes them deadly
They are small
That's what extends their limits
They are selfish
That's what helps them survive
Their tiny-dark eyes
Those small marbles that extend their vision to places the human eye could never reach
Their infestation of twisted legs
Those agile limbs that move them with surprising speed and balance through any kind of frictional surface
They exist in every corner
Creep through every opening
They could crawl up your skin,
Plant their deadly kiss under the tissues of your outer layers,
Leading you to an agonizing swell of chemicals that tare and torture your nerves and muscles
The aftereffects are as countless as the number of their species
Pain
Nausea
Headics
Paralysis
And if you are lucky enough,
Death
You could have one of these
You could have all of these
They don't care
They are spiders,
And for them
You are a their predator
And their next victim