-- Inspired by Sia Furler's album title
She'd never felt vertigo until that trip to Spain.
She laughed at her husband's white knuckles as the plane
lifted off from O'Hare. She kept secret that thrill
she felt at the turbulence warning. Still
spill your heart to her? The leaves and rocks with which
she weights her web are gimcrack. A twitch
of a thread and she is the same spider, more scared
of him and his arachnophobia than he is of her. Spare
the audience who would think nothing of her climb
to the monastery. At the top one feels suspended in time
over a tumble and splat, that's that. Death be mine.
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