The Spider & the Storm

by Kelsey Kingsley

A solitary creature, the black widow. Feared and often misunderstood for her venom, yet her only true desire wasn’t to terrorize, but to simply be left alone to live her life and do her work. I knew the feeling well. I’d known it for years.

But grief had a funny way of being evergreen, no matter how much time had passed, and it was as fresh as it’d ever been now.

“We mourn what once was, and we mourn the possibility of what could’ve been.