throwback thursday.

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I Call Her "Harriet"
Death hangs outside my window,
a dumb silhouette before the blinding light.
Small silk coffins shudder
like nervous hammocks.
Connect the dots.
An eight-legged ambition carried out flawlessly.
Premeditated murder.

by Alyssa (Reeves) Jones

Throwback Thursday. Throwing it back to Sept. 22, 2008. A poem I wrote in my Intro. to Poetry Writing class as a third-year/senior.

1 comment:

  1. I never thought of a spider creating premeditated murder. Interesting...


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