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V L Bennett Jul 2018
***** widow
arachnid
dwelling in
your own
web-spun darkness
denying awareness of everything
except
what trips the threads
leading into
your own
solitude isolation
Sister spider
you bit me but
I can no more take offense than does the moth when it receives the fang's venom
It's in the spider nature

Consort of witches
cause of the dancing madness
creepy things crawling in the basement
nobody's friend...

sister spider
***** widow, arachnd
dwelling in your own
web-built cage.
V L Bennett Jul 2018
This is recorded on the edge of sleep
a moment at the top
before the Ferris wheel's seat swings out, then down

the passenger screams out in pleasurable terror
at physics aborted by mechanics
has faith in the security of metal
no pins will slip, no screws unravel
then, over the edge to the bottom
and back up again
waking is always easier than falling to sleep

I will die in my sleep
God save me, take my soul

one sleeps
until the morning sun fills the room
one does not sleep
cold flesh between the rumpled sheets
will not wake to the sun

— The End —