The Creature
Silky cobwebs loom over the moon,
as the Spiders stand, waiting.
Nobody can see the leaf drop in a puddle
making ripples in my stomach.
The Spiders say nothing, but I feel their eyes;
staring at me: the strange creature
before them.
Breaths of wind tickle my ears, whispers of
fat hips and deflated breasts
creep up my spine to haunt me.
The spiders’ legs are thin
and they harshly slide over my mouth.
They laugh at me.
Their jaws crunch my mind and body –
but they cannot eat my heart.
I stumble from their horrifying mist;
imperfect, yet unbroken,
and stand to watch the sun
consume the fog.
I remain alone. <-- I could not change this line. I love it too much!
