THE LONELY SPIDER POEM
Goodbye
My Lonely Spider,
THE LONELY SPIDER (poem)
What a lonely spider, such a lonely spider.
You have such a sad look in your eyes.
Melancholic
I had a friend like you
He told me he found solace within the warmth of a
fallen.
Starved and Cold
Body burrowing deep into the shell of her skull, he
crawled over bruised flesh,
Dyed in purples, cried in blues, painted in reds, died
in blackened blood.
Bloodied
Marred and Mutilated
Trails of icy fire followed in the syncopated rhythm of his steps.
Prickling legs wandered over dewed lashes, wet with willows weeping in grief.
Lips cracked, like the cavity of her head, dry like wilting leaves and waning life
Carrion.
Winter is coming, and the land will be bathed in white.
Ice will vanquish the warmth, and white will embalm green.
It shall become quiet, as life is entombed into
slumber until mortality rises again with blossoming flora.
The snow is painted red, and skin is drained white.
A masterpiece to behold.
The hungry centipede liked the color her skin turned.
He liked the harmony of hues.
Stained and Flushed.
He told me she was beautiful. He told me I was
beautiful.
Am I? Beautiful
Do my wings look appealing wrapped in silk?
I can’t move.
Lucent webs wrap around my body
I hope I look beautiful, to you.
In your eyes, I wish to be
I pray you see me.
Lonely Spider
Your soul cries, and your longing tears are precious.
I wish to memorialize your nature and immortalize your solitude
For I have surrendered myself to your truth, and bared witness to your appetite.
Naked and Exposed
Do I look beautiful enveloped in silk?
My wings are suspended and crushed by the weight of sharp threads.
And pieces of myself are lacerated.
Then your delicate prison is decorated red.
And I am cocooned once again.
Metamorphosis embodies me for the second time.
I am drawn to your darkness, lured by your nightfall.
To bury me in black.
There I’ll lay asphyxiated.
And you’ll become my Genesis,
There, I am. Reborn.
In the end, you created my heavens and my Earth.
And I laid, void of form, vacant of body, and you swam into the waters of my mind
And you rippled through my soul.
My light was swallowed, eclipsed in your shadow.
And red rivers migrate, and my muscles pulsate.
And I feel your sharp fangs tear into my skin.
Restrained by your venom, hostage to your mercy.
My life is drained from me.
I can’t move. I can’t breathe.
Rigor mortis seduces my bones.
My throat burns of acidic bile, and death is the flavor of my breath.
I have become your martyr.
Raptured in tainted webs, when judgment is passed onto me
My blood tastes of red wine
Bitter and Sweet
That in which you savor.
You told me I was intoxicating
As you continued to devour me slowly.
I tasted of strawberries and rich honey. I smell of dead flowers
Heaven Scent
Potent, Addictive
You whispered this to me.
And my heart labored,
Chills ran up my spine.
“You look so beautiful.”
You said I look beautiful.
“Heaven Sent, my fallen angel.”
You called me angel.
“I extinguished your vibrant blues into pale greys,
you were my favorite color.”
I am your ocean, your blues.
“I smothered your light and took your purity.”
You were my first.
“Again, another is taken from me, conduits of my
Penance. Lord, forgive me, for the faithful and
benevolent have fallen.”
I have fallen into you.
“I am sorry.”
Your eyes, you’re crying
“I am sorry.”
Such a sad look in your eyes
“I am sorry, my misguided little butterfly.”
You called me yours.
“Goodbye, my little butterfly.”
I am yours,
My lonely spider.
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