The Invisible Spider Had Returned

In the grimace,

Of a destroyed destiny,

Withered venom bleached skin

Coated my torn life.

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Rose petal blankets

Blurring to blood

Closed the curtains

Of my sight forever.

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The invisible spider had returned

On my exhaled air--

Back to spin the last strand

Of damnation.

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Slinking down my throat,

It webbed my rib cage.

Strumming it's strings

With eight legs--

To it's beat I succumbed.

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The spider left me living,

With a sensitive sting,

As it wore me in the flesh,

As a gory paper mache dress.

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Cauterized to a cast,

As the spider's permanent attire,

I walk through hell--

Feeling every burn from the fire.

The End

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