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Arachnid


Your filthy hands

like spiders

they crawled up my body,

A nightmare

in reality

they left their mark

as they held me to the ground.

 

Skinny limbs

they’re the ones who cradled me.

A dream where an angel kissed me

and I floated far away.

But moments later

those same lips were poison

screaming for attention

I threw up to remove it from my system.

But the bile still remains…

 

You monster

you crawled into my mind

when I tried to forget.

Leaving maggots

in the crevices

that used to be my innocence.

It was impossible to run

from your greedy claws

that tore at the flesh

inside me.

That’s when I tried to kill you

with my voice

my words

I told the ones who truly loved me

what you did.

and they wept when they heard

how you

defiled my body

and wept

when they saw

how you

damaged my mind

and all at once I was consumed

by your thick web

of power and

deceit

A web that made me think

it was my fault

for believing you were

a harmless creature

not a bloodthirsty beast.

And when I finally

was untangled

I realized

that I could hunt you

become the predator

instead of the prey.

But still I watch you

every day at school

as you seduce your next meal

and I wish I could warn her

wish I could rip off your cloak

and reveal your

putrid stench

that still hangs in the air

when you pass through

my mind.

I wish I could pull off

each of your legs

one

by

one

until you are nothing

but a

spinning

torso.

Yet, only an army

could suppress your deception

and destruction

And the only way that can happen

is if the world refuses

to blame a suffering victim

when the monster stands inches away

licking

his bloody lips.

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