Spider Bites and Dreams, Monday Word Response
Dreams of Spiders
Rating: G
Note: It's a style I'm not familiar with, so if you could help me clean it up and tell me how I managed it? It may or may not fit with the prompt of "arachnid/aracne," but that's what it was written for.
I dreamed, last night, that a spider dug sharp teeth into my hand, immobolizing my body with poison like love before wrapping me in a cocoon to protect me from the world.
I will be a divorcee tomorrow, and my mother calls to remind me to eat my vegetables or something that mothers do like that. I'm almost thirty years old. I won't listen. I won't start now. I hear her pratter away on the phone about how my brother had done something troublesome, and my sister is a lesbian, and do you know what she walked in on yesterday? My sister has been 'out' for three years now, but I knew when we were teenagers and she told me in a child's solemnity, "I like girls." We were close as children and teenagers, through bumps and bruises and a pregnancy scare. That's changed now. My mother never could accept change.
A spider bite in a dream means that you will have a fight with a dominant female in your life, generally your mother.
Oh, never. My mother never fights. That's for the men to do. She cries. She's crying on the phone right now, asking me why do I have to go through all of this pain of a divorce. I'm still not listening as I add the spice packet to my Ramen, stirring it absently into boiled water. The noodles swell like a pregnant woman's belly. I give my mother the answers that every one does. Infidelity, lack of love, too many fights. Really, I think now, it was a sense of boredom. We were bored with one another. We fought to start a spark between us again again. We searched for excitement somewhere else.
A spider weaving a web means a reward for your hard work.
My soon to be ex-husband interrupts my phone call with my mother and I couldn't be happier. I wasn't so happy on the day that we got married, but we were bored already, I think. He wants his clothes and I gesture him up the stairs to where I've packed his things and put them into a suit case. I hadn't worked on the marriage overly much. I would miss him, maybe, I think as I watch him go up the stairs. My sister calls now. She doesn't know what to say except "Good luck and try to keep the house." I can hear her girlfriend in the background, encouraging her to tell me to keep the car, too.
Dreams never come true. Perhaps, tonight I will dream of eating dragonflies, jeweled wings glinting against my lips. Like a lovely barbarian in jewel covered furs. That means an overwhelming passion at the risk of others. Maybe this one will come true.
Rating: G
Note: It's a style I'm not familiar with, so if you could help me clean it up and tell me how I managed it? It may or may not fit with the prompt of "arachnid/aracne," but that's what it was written for.
I dreamed, last night, that a spider dug sharp teeth into my hand, immobolizing my body with poison like love before wrapping me in a cocoon to protect me from the world.
I will be a divorcee tomorrow, and my mother calls to remind me to eat my vegetables or something that mothers do like that. I'm almost thirty years old. I won't listen. I won't start now. I hear her pratter away on the phone about how my brother had done something troublesome, and my sister is a lesbian, and do you know what she walked in on yesterday? My sister has been 'out' for three years now, but I knew when we were teenagers and she told me in a child's solemnity, "I like girls." We were close as children and teenagers, through bumps and bruises and a pregnancy scare. That's changed now. My mother never could accept change.
A spider bite in a dream means that you will have a fight with a dominant female in your life, generally your mother.
Oh, never. My mother never fights. That's for the men to do. She cries. She's crying on the phone right now, asking me why do I have to go through all of this pain of a divorce. I'm still not listening as I add the spice packet to my Ramen, stirring it absently into boiled water. The noodles swell like a pregnant woman's belly. I give my mother the answers that every one does. Infidelity, lack of love, too many fights. Really, I think now, it was a sense of boredom. We were bored with one another. We fought to start a spark between us again again. We searched for excitement somewhere else.
A spider weaving a web means a reward for your hard work.
My soon to be ex-husband interrupts my phone call with my mother and I couldn't be happier. I wasn't so happy on the day that we got married, but we were bored already, I think. He wants his clothes and I gesture him up the stairs to where I've packed his things and put them into a suit case. I hadn't worked on the marriage overly much. I would miss him, maybe, I think as I watch him go up the stairs. My sister calls now. She doesn't know what to say except "Good luck and try to keep the house." I can hear her girlfriend in the background, encouraging her to tell me to keep the car, too.
Dreams never come true. Perhaps, tonight I will dream of eating dragonflies, jeweled wings glinting against my lips. Like a lovely barbarian in jewel covered furs. That means an overwhelming passion at the risk of others. Maybe this one will come true.