Chronophobia

a black widow

lives within

 

my room    she spins

her silk while I dream

spirals of silver

hidden in the dark

she spreads her net

across the corner

 

on cracked concrete

 

and she'll dangle

from a thread

turning her bloody

 

hourglass upside down

 

she makes meals

of memory     feasts

on fear     thirsts

for thoughts of doubt

 

and regret�"a fanged mouth

spread open to snatch

a taste of that red rain

 

waiting for her next

catch

 

to squirm in her strands

and succumb

to a silent death