Spider Poem Written By Su-Ling Wong Poetess Jul 2010
Spindles and thread break at the root,
just as I.
another sleepless night of hanging by one of my legs
while the others work inward taking a part all the loose pieces.
The ventricle spills from the left side,
of hopes that we can breathe together again.
Or have I made you crazed on the inside the way the spider will do?
I’ll just struggle with an arm (or is it a leg?) to pull together the threads
and wonder if we are what we once were.
Eyes will be outstretched till reddened
Just wondering if you have passion of flight left
or staring blankly is what is left, apathy imbued
just waiting to be preyed upon.
And the spider is scared to not have company of the fly.
If you have lips anymore,
me like it is goodbye.