Deadly Spider in My Car
Will I make it to my destination or is death a breath away
Deadly Spider in My Car
The spider claims the car at night.
It waits where the visor folds,
thick body swollen with venom,
legs like black iron ready to strike.
It does not blink.
It does not breathe the way I do.
It listens for the throb in my veins,
and waits for stillness to sharpen its aim.
I hear it shifting in the silence,
threads drawn tight across the roof,
a trap spun out of hunger,
a map of how I will die.
The wheel is no longer mine.
The road bends toward a coffin’s mouth.
Every turn hums with the promise of a bite.
Even the air is webbed.
I grip the seat as though it were a prayer,
but the prayer has no power here.
There is only poison rehearsing its entrance,
and the shadow of legs above my head.
It is not a passenger.
It is the driver,
and I am the one carried,
to an ending written in silk.
About the Creator
Marie381Uk
I've been writing poetry since the age of fourteen. With pen in hand, I wander through realms unseen. The pen holds power; ink reveals hidden thoughts. A poet may speak truth or weave a tale. You decide. Let pen and ink capture your mind❤️
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Comments (3)
Okay, now I’ll never touch my car visor again 😂 Brilliant writing!
I'm with Mark, I hate spiders. The only good spider is a dead one. I was once on a camping trip and, while getting dressed in the morning, I saw a big huntsman spider on the roof of the tent. When I finished dressing, it was no longer there. I didn't think much about it, but I walked outside and felt a strange ticking in the leg of my jeans. I have never gotten a pair of jeans so willingly in my life.
I am not a spider person, and this would be a nightmare. Honestly, the only spider but which is not a real spider I was told is the Daddy Long Legs- I used to grab them by their long leg and watch it squirm then let it go when I was younger. Good job.