You stand across from me,
yet I cannot see your
eyes.
Marble eyes
of almost millions,
which way do you
look?
You rub your hands
together
and wash your face.
Your long, petite limbs,
weapon of destruction,
weapon of protection,
feed the
family
growing in your
orbicular abdomen.
You’re alone now.
But you won't be for
split second
before your young
catch the wind
and ride on the tails
of their own solitary existence.
The sun catches
a drop of dew,
shimmering
on your web,
and I see your eyes.
I know your loneliness.
I know you.
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Baylee Browning
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