Arachnid Fatale – Prompt 9

The spider –
visiting from our noisy neighbors –
spindled along our
CDs and DVDs,
not discerning
if she lingered
over a Criterion
or my boyfriend’s copy of The Wolfman.

The sun
filtered through the blinds
and she scurried
behind Kieslowski
lest she
in the light
like Gloria Desmond
next to
a screen
on which her younger self
seduces her prey.

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