Arachne
In the tension of various spectrums She hung in the balance, tethered To the patterns she had woven And kept weaving without thought Of the bespectacled men Who watched and waited, Their held breath bated, Pens clicking, clipboards clanking, and wrote, “How marvelous to find something new.” But as time wore on, the men Argued about what they saw Determined to find newfound Findings and frustrated they found Nothing binding, some strayed Their foul breath baiting, Tipped the box, tapped the glass, and wrote, “How sick that she does not respond Like me or like you.” ©2024 @StaceyBattlestheWorld
