spider

Sometimes we are spiders
hunted by cats.
Sometimes we open double doors and
enter velveted paws crushing.
Sometimes we stare into mirrors
and somehow fail to spot
the sea-green eyes that we drown in.
sometimes we break and run
when we could have saved our lives
with the word unspoken.
And sometimes we freeze, in hope,
and the last chance of our salvation,
fleeting,
runs past us.
Sometimes the spider drama played out
on the linoleum
is only the valiant battle
that we have never fought.
We are content to crumple and be trodden.