Spare Me
Hourglass shape—shine!
Eight legs encase her
She is seething for his blood
Leaving him breathless
Enamored, her wily ire
“Let me take you there”
Prickly embracing
Little hearts racing, raging
Small but scrupulous
Enter—seed of fate
Solitary life prevails
Despite love begging
“Ready my children—
Sacrifice your life for them!”
His small thought wavers
“Spare me! Let me li—”
Life fleeting to unfinished
Thought—unfinished thought
Copyright © Laura Breidenthal | Year Posted 2019
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