The Spider

The Spider (WIP)

The spider moved me from my chair.

The spider chased me from my bed.

Of course, the spider did not move me

I stood up to avoid the spider.

Such a little thing

harmless to me,

except perhaps a small bite

but deadly to an insect of any size.

Why me, spider?

Why my chair and then my leg?

Why my pillow and then my neck?

I cannot believe you were trying to tell me something.

After all, I did kill you.

It was an accidental kill

although my strike was not immediately fatal.

I am ashamed of myself.

Just a few startled, frenetic sweeps of my hand

to brush you off my neck.

You woke me from sleep, from a dream.

How, spider?

How did your nearly weightless leg-steps

startle the sleeping beast?

Before I had a chance to fully wake

You were writhing from the pain of several broken legs.

I thought about gently placing you outside

But it was too late for you, spider.

Instead, I exhaled my sadness and regrets

and delivered you a merciful death.