wherever bugs are found

wherever bugs are found                January 21, 2016
my skin is the silk of a spider.
will you walk right through me?
i hang in shreds and wisps
with trash and blowing things
stuck to my face.
i am the silk of a spider
on your skin in the dark.
you have walked through me
and will never shake me off.
you thrash and try to smash
my weaver with your boot
but she is an expert
at tying sticky threads
around the arms of scorpions.
the spider builds her web
wherever bugs are found.
gardens are good.
she protects them from the insects
that eat the hearts of women.

About m

My ego wants to think I'm a writer but my heart knows I'm just another one of God's Kids who sometimes has words to say. 2 human kids and 3 feline kids call me Mom. Or Mooooooom. Or mewom, depending which you ask. I'm kinda-sorta busy being a student again; this time I signed myself up for a bizarre torture known as Graduate School. Theoretically in 4ish years I'll have earned some more nice letters to put with my name. Let's face it, I'm addicted to learning and probably need rehab to restore me to sanity and remove the obsession to read books. I don't remember what free time is but I think I like to spend it sleeping or playing in the mud on a river bank.
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