![]() Spiders Feeding.A Poem by October
The sparks in your eyes grow fingers.
Each one wrapping around my neck Sucking the air out of me, Until I’m dry and shriveled And panting. Screams settle around us as thick fog. …I can’t see past your chest, anyway. A lighter flickers a few times. Starting at my core, Then burning me alive, One cell at a time. Ripping me apart From the very means I came into being. Backwards birth. I’m biting the urge, To crawl inside you And hide. Dust rises into the air slowly. Like a disease creeping. Spiders feeding. You clear your throat. I bite my finger nails. We glance, Look away. The tick of a clock. Faucet drips in another room. The intensity can’t be measured, Inside my chest. If you chose to open my lips, It would spread like wildfire. Burn us all. Tear us to shreds, Then devour us whole. Nothing makes me feel this way. One last look, And I’ll I force my heart into your lungs. Breathe in my needs. I’m gentle like machine guns. © 2008 OctoberFeatured Review
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