Poetry

Spiders

 

 

Spindly legs,

Twisted into high heels.

Back bent in retort

To the other in uniform

 

A mask from a pharmacists showroom

Insert, pluck, stick, brush.

Bright lights of the bathroom

Alter their appearance

 

Flies swarm in the entrance

Attracted by the bright light

Perfume/latrine grabs the air

Sticks in your throat

 

They share a web here, dancing in rows

Knees spread apart

Inviting? Crass.

Flies see only red

 

Envy flirts with me

Be one of the spiders

Swap mine for a more slender frame?

I hear a venomous cackle and change my mind

 

A mass of colour, flies cannot see me

Round rosy cheeks

I feel ugly, fat, free.

I feel like me

 

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