ARACHNID


When she gave one of her smiles

Her teeth reminded me of  bathroom tiles.

Her hair as white as milk

Her skin as soft as silk.

Hands like shifting sands

In her navel a flashing jewel duelled with the light

Her legs were long and black as night.

And as I sink to lay beside her

She turns into a monstrous spider

The creeping weeping death provider,

That spins her words like honeyed thread.

Then I wake  alone in bed.

Shaken.

Still caught in the web.

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