What we want…
The shouts are coming
From the darkened corners
And cracks
Concealed by the illusion
Of cobwebs
And cocooned flies
Slowly dying

Resentment seeps
From the walls
Permeating the room
With the advent of change

Let change burst
As the dawn of creation
To shine light into the corners-
Expose feasting spiders
Grown fat
And venomous
On the blood of innocence
And unwitting ignorance

The house is crumbling
The spiders
Have weakened the foundation
With their maze of tunnels
Their black hole nests…………

I woke up this morning
With a spider
Dangling above my face
It stared at me
And I
At it…

How easy it was to kill…
But for every spider seen
There are 400 more…
Hidden…

It’s time
To burn this house down…

©Jen2010 9-27