Oh Charlotte

As soon as now
I caught myself
Thinking of her
The punishment
Was supposed to be over
Like wine on a Monday
I had no escape
From whatever she spun
Stuck fast for sure
She plucked her web
Crescent nails and the dull screech
Of her death harp up high and shrill
Not much more than that really
Cross my heart
Yeah she's coming for that too
Don't say I didn't warn you
What the fuck are you saying?
She let me know I'm not forgotten
But will be one day
All eight of her eyes looked hard at me
Like I was supper, but the night was young
She tapped her string
As a hint, as a gesture
A kind of love
I soiled myself, threw up
She didn't seem to mind
Not a twitch, eight eyes looked on
Those were my last thoughts