Weekly Poem
ISSN 2291-7942
Vol. 1, No. 9, January 19, 2014
Edited by Kirk Ramdath

Spider Webs
by Erin Hymas

Crouching in the attic corner
waits
Black Widow, Queen of arachnids, Insect octopus
Sleeping after a day of
weaving, spinning,
hours painting her fresco on the wall
Following her instinctual blueprint,
letting the tangled neurons in her mind guide her designs
The intricate pattern wound around
the web’s tiny empty center,
the pupil that watches
As Mary crawls into the attic
She sees the moonlight catch on the spider webs
clinging to the corners of the cold concrete walls
Mary cringes
And shoos the webs away
Watches them disappear into the attic black
like sugar dissolving into tea
Ignorant to the shudder in the corner
when black widow awakes
as a veteran from a failed war
reaching for her phantom limb in the dark

Biography
Erin Hymas is a university student and avid tea lover.  When she's not
drowning in piles of homework or working retail, she splits her time between
drawing comic books, watching zombie movies, and snuggling with her two
dogs.
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