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My Jail Has No Doors
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My jail has no doors,
windows barred,
cruelties too silent
to be heard.

I let the lizards out
through the cracks
to search for light
while the spider spins his web,
encasing me in silk
for some future feast.

The spider’s paralyzing poison
numbs me –
my legs,
my arms
my brain
my heart,
my voice,
my soul.

And then he sucks
the very life from me –
slowly,
with pleasure,
hungrily,
with need,
savagely,
with hate.

My jail has no doors,
windows barred,
cruelties too silent
to be heard.

I follow the lizards
out through the cracks
to search for light
while the spider spins his web,
encasing another in silk
for some future feast.

© 2017 Carol Hummel