Design
Gabriela
Monasterio
After Frost
A healthy spider,
Perched on a white flower, clutching
a white moth
Like a white sheet, stretched
tight-
Fortunes of death and pain
Mixing before the morning light,
Like a witch’s brew-
A snowy white spider, a lacy
flower,
A papery moth carried with care.
Why were they colored so,
The two in white and blue?
What guided the insect and
arachnid,
What brought
them together that night?
What dark being
designs such darkness?-
But to make
such small, cruel decisions.
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