arachnid

the wind was blowing directly from the lowering sun as I drive home today
alternately watching the road and picking at various keratin filled blips on my arms
in the top corner of my vision a tiny albino spider clung to the window, frantically searching for stable ground
pale, iridescent and revolting in her fragility
my jaw ached dully pulsing as i watched rapt, hopeful
tangibly terribly empathetic
she hunkered down behind the seal of the door and began steadily weaving herself into a cocoon, taking the place usually reserved for her hapless prey
presently she was calm, very alone in her bivouac
and my heart stilled.