I have created a new breed of spiders. They are so tiny that you can barely see them. They enter the human body and eat you cell by cell. I call them cell dwellers. I do not need any more test subjects to prove this...I just need to feed my little friends...
The skylight tints the afternoon grey And some dull, dusty oranges Perhaps there's fire, somewhere far away Somewhere far beyond the creaking shelves The time-varnished brown, rusty door hinges
The air is thicker than the oldest tomes Sticky as the darkest aisle Where long-dead spiders once made their homes Minds caught in paper, minds caught in webs I think, if I think, I'll sleep for awhile
As I stare at the verses, I must seem so still. She casts a web from where she sits and I smile, but knowingly, lower her body down to the table. She scatters again towards the page I have just turned and together we weep for beauty
Is it gonna fall on me? A spider Or is it gonna be hanging there? A spider It got nothing to prove, I do. Staring at it, it is approaching, I wish it to come yet not, Curious,if I am all immune, all these years.
Am weakend already, the warns from brown recluse in my bed-room mirror, A brown recluse, it does back and forth but here other type is apporaching, I shall remove all the clutter from my room, here put all new furnitures, I shall bug spray gradually without harming myself perhaps they wont come back.