Spider Spun

/ Liz H-H

Red stiletto heels

Hannanah looks hard in the mirror
As the cracked image fades with each shallowing breath.     

No pain to this (well maybe a little)
Mourning for a self
Sucked dry by want.

Good riddance
To the Sysiphean chore of extracting love from a stone,
Each denial wrought by unattainable conditions.

She bites down, savoring the bitter herb.

Draped in scarlet and ebony,
The length of her leg,
Bone-white hip to shining silver toe-tip, is
Surprising,
Delicate still.

No cheap fishnets for her this time, she spins;
In silk stockings spun by starving spiders,
Hannanah becomes Halloween.

© Liz Husebye Hartmann (2024)

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