In the kitchen I may help cook sliders. Though my name sounds like a spitting spider.

Y’arrr, what be this, worn from foot up to the knee maybe? Protection for warriors, fashion for ladies. Swap me first letter with a T, and you’ll be blowin’ your own train, see?

Y’arrrr me leg be gone but still. A wooden post now fits the bill. What what is this thing that keeps me steady?

The first word is only three letters, but the definition is always questionable. Some wonder if life imitates it or does it imitate life? The second word is four letters long defined as a thing that is proven or known to be true. I will be in the middle of these two words and make a word that means a man-made object, tool or relic.

I have one eye and sometimes blink, I see the world and can remember what I think, I steal your soul, some people say, But only when you look my way. A moments pause, a breath held tight, Exposure made, now locked in light.