![]() Brown RecluseA Poem by aliKept in the jar you kept by your bed I was almost like your pet except, The motives and reasons for why I was there Can’t compare to the love a pet would get. It was fear sugarcoated with friendly words You would tell me whatever you wanted, If I echoed anything you told me The whispered words would not make it past the lid That is Until the glass shattered, when the jar was tossed aside Carelessly backhanded, I hit the floor, and climbed over the shards up into your bed. Eight eyes stare to your sleeping soul. It might have been your left arm Or it might have been your right But my fangs longed for blood Red blood cells pulsing with every heartbeat. Climbing up your spider veins Like the spider climbing up the drain I sympathized with your pain, I can’t change who I am. I needed to live, But you did not understand. You kept me starving in the jar And I do what I can. A spider is a spider, I cannot be anything else. You knew this when you captured me But the false sense of security Clouded your memory I am not your diary I’m your undoing. © 2010 aliAuthor's Note
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