Suspense

What a web of suspense
you weave, oh spider!
with your footsteps light
upon my windowsill,
binding into place
all the floating strands.
How softly you tread
toward your trembling victims,
one bite is all it takes
and they are still,
wrapped up
in cottony parcels
that shine and glimmer.
How dare I look you in the eyes?
One touch is all it would take
to tear apart your parlour,
cast your work adrift
in glistening tresses
into the ether into the emptiness
where unlike you
I curl terrified
into a hard, round ball.
What a web of suspense
you weave, oh spider!
how you choose
your victims slowly
and I dare not look you in the eyes.

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