Musings on Life from a Dead Girl

Spider

I think you can tell a lot about a person by the way they treat something insignificant.
Like a spider
A spider jumped on my arm today and I just stared at it trying to decide what to do
My father
He'd have crushed it
Wiped it away like it never existed to begin with
My sister might have flicked it off
A minor inconvenience
I look at the thing and watched it move
I brought it to my palm and set it in the grass
I don't think it deserves to die for just living
For mistaking me for a tree or some other safe haven
I think about it afterwards and realize that sometimes we are the spiders
And I hope that the next time someone with the power to break me will choose to put me in the grass.