Maman

I am a mother.
I am a widow.
I am a hunter.
I am a weaver.
I am a seductress
And a maneater.
I am an artist
And an architect.

Those eight eyes
    unblinking,
    unseeing.
Eight legs splayed like a crown
Atop a crystal castle I have built
Running in endless circles,
Trailing gossamer,
Exhaling venom.
Like any tightrope walker,
I keep my head up,
But my chin down.

When that buzzing bastard
Tries to break my walls,
I'll bleed him dry.