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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