Anaya White, Junior, Business Information Systems and Creative Writing Major from Fort Worth, TX
October seeps in like a
spider through the cracks of a
weathered home barely holding on.
You see, when she creeps in,
she sews beautiful webs out of
anguish that should be long gone.
Midway through October,
I will drag my weary bones
to my bed in desperation for rest
to be shaken from my nightmares,
Yes, awakened, but then notice
the arachnid that lays on my chest!
I will fling it away,
and I will race to the light switch,
say a prayer that the monster is dead.
But, in the midst of this frenzy,
I’ll run right into the webs, then be
trapped inside my own shame and dread.
Every year in October,
I am preyed on and drained of it,
damned like a crow that can’t fly.
But, I’m to blame with October,
because instead of letting go,
I impose that my woes are mummified.