I watched spiders crawl out from her mouth,
their legs twitching and jerking about in random spasms.
They made way for her eyelids, gnawing away
like parasitic rats sheltered behind cold walls
echoing tainted memories only moths could recall.
The spiders were the bane of sight,
the logic and reason for blindness,
to bind darkness to those who were already lost without the light.
I watched the spiders spit venom into her eyes,
their legs twitching and jerking about in random spasms.
She was unable to blink, unable to think,
unable to stop the poison from corroding morality
perceived through her mind’s third eye.
The venom seeped through and damaged her porcelain soul,
little by little vacant spaces replaced what amnesia sought
as she started to sing deadly lullabies the spiders had forgot.
I watched the spiders creep down into her head,
their legs twitching and jerking about in random spasms.
They weaved a special web to catch and save the tears
they knew she would shed, but I guess that didn’t matter--
she was already dead.
