The spider by Eric Bolson

Then came a spider, efficient and horrid.
Hoary limbs mincing, such terrible precision!
Sable garbed, she glides,
Balanced on daggered points
Working in clockwork rhythm.
Needling her way forward, such frightful care,
One, two, tickling across my bound hands.

Bio: I have been an Aims student since they used trimesters, way back in 1993 (off and on). I have previously earned an Associates of Applied Science degree and am now continuing my education because of a genuine love of learning. I have always enjoyed writing but I am just beginning to explore it as a viable career path.