Curiosity may Kill the Fly

(or She'll Find Out or Die Trying)
by Niamh Doolan

 

 

 

What do you do when I'm not there?
Are you Muffet's spider, creeping inside her
scuttling hungrily on all eights . . .
Do you stop dead, remain perfectly still . . .
when my shadow is cast upon you, hoping I don't see . . .
waiting for light so you may continue undisturbed?
Not knowing is my love-hate . . .
Weary of waiting so I remain perfectly still . . .
As you weave silken threads, tell me I'm beautiful,
hoping I don't see . . .
The web that you spin so delicately is not meant to capture me.