Some people move like snakes
silent in the grass
their smiles curved too sharp
their words dripping a venom
that numbs before it burns.
Others weave like spiders
patient at the edges
their webs strung across places
where a stumble
becomes a sentence.
They do not mind their business
they creep into corners not theirs
they reach for what was never theirs to touch
they fasten their threads
to the roofs of others
and call it home.
But light breaks them
truth snaps the strands
strength steps into their hiding
and they scatter.
They are afraid of us
and they better stay so
for every coil unwinds in the open
every web comes down by hand
and all who slither and spin
will meet the daylight
will be stripped of their shadows
and wear the weight
of their own disgrace.
About the Creator
Public Announcement Challenge Winners
For the Public Announcement Challenge, writers were asked to work inside voices built for control. These were notices, warnings, and updates meant to inform rather than confess. The strongest entries committed to that form and didn't break from it. Corporate memos, formal government alerts, and internal policy language were held consistently, allowing emotion, fear, grief, or humor to surface indirectly through pressure rather than declaration. The following poems recognize the voice of authority, and let human feeling slip through despite all its rules and restraint.
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