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Red Flag

Overnight, Cordelia built The Ritz out of silk.

It was extraordinary. I’ve never seen a spider web so complicated, so stylish. Multiple floors, layers upon layers of intricate netting, stretching from one corner of the window to the other, with apparently solid foundations and an impressive roof that glittered in the sunlight. It was too big a space for herself alone and every day I expected to find that her family or her lover had moved in. But no, just a fly here and there, caught, I imagined, when I’d carefully crack open the window to let out cigarette smoke. I loved her. Even when I was alone, I wasn’t, because Cordelia was there in her castle of cobwebs in the corner, working on her art or dozing in her floss-like hammock, listening to me sobbing, or distracting me from stabbing my thighs with a steak knife by nimbly dancing across her silver threads.

How did I know that you weren’t The One for me?
When I saw the ease and total disregard with which you destroyed Cordelia’s mansion.

A thing of beauty, a product of hard work, pure, innocuous, a place of security, of safety, a home, built by nature’s magic, harmless. I told you not to. I said I thought it was pretty and I liked looking at the web and seeing how it developed and I had named the spider (as I name all insects that come into my home) and she wasn’t hurting anyone and I thought she looked pregnant so leave her the fuck alone. But you, with your pale blue shirt-sleeve, just wiped it all away, just like that, for no reason other than to remind me how easily you could destroy things that are beautiful and fragile. And with relish, too: your stupid smile when you wiped the remains of her life’s work onto my leggings despite my fury, you laughing when I jumped up to try and rescue her from the floor before you stepped on her.

It was a warning and I took heed.
If you could do that to Cordelia, what the fuck would you do to me?

(I have a new spider now, called Regan, and you are not allowed in my house ever again)

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5 thoughts on “Red Flag

  1. This is such a beautiful post full of imagery. Reading it I looked through the multiple entangled layers and saw a home and community destroyed by a callous neglectful lazy disregard driven by a boasted self important bully. My mind then lead me to all the people I know and try not to interact with who are exactly the same. Why do some destroy beauty because they cant own and control it?

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    • Thank you for reading and commenting, that’s exactly what I was trying to convey. Needless and senseless destruction baffles me but it seems humans do it all the time and on much larger, more devastating scales xx

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      • From the smallest level to the biggest and every level inbetween. Some humans are controlled by egos and will go to extreme lengths to ensure that they’re greed driven jealous need to own and control everything including the work of others who would probably share if asked is ridiculous. Happens every level

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