northword: A Literary Journal Of Canada’s North
spiders
maggie britton Weaver of dreams
You make beautiful webs
Constructed partially from fantasy And partially from the past
You draw your prey into your artwork Where they taste the ecstasy
Of freedom and communion with the divine But when they wake
The realization of where they are And why
The façade It hits
Arise: loneliness, excuses, misalignment Between thoughts, words, and actions Coming down
To the heaviness of truth And as the fog clears
They see you unhealed
Passing your pain and spreading it In an attempt at escape From yourself
outside scott meller I live among you
not fitting into your mold you live without me
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