Summer Poetry Slam 2013 Winner - Week 10
by: Grimm Reaper
Swaying on a chipped and sodden porch swing
I let a spider cross my path.
After all, who am I to decide what should die
just because I have bigger feet?
Who am I kidding?
I’m certainly not that forgiving.
If that spider were a mosquito
I’d strike it down before a blink
and coldly flick it off my knee.