Eight Legs

• Jasmine Hamit, Grade 9
• Poetry
• 2021

She looked around, waiting just a little longer,
But if she had gone at that moment she wouldn’t have been caught.
Trapped in the fingers of a curious child,
Unhappy with this update in her life, she bites, releasing venom.
The victim squeals and she falls to the floor, she scurries away,
Wishing she didn’t have to cause such pain to someone new to the world,
What other warning was there to give?
How could she have helped it?
She needed to find a place away from the rest of their kind,
Safe from being captured, killed, and harmed.
It was the hardest part, aside from watching her art get torn down,
Hours and hours of work gone to waste,
It took them two seconds to destroy her home,
A minute to be kicked out from theirs, even less time to be killed altogether.
Such a sorrowful life it was,
Being a spider.