Never  alone in the web of sorrow.

Silk threaded through her skin, pulling from every direction.Deeper and deeper straight through the epidermis.

A trapped butterfly with no escape from the arachnid of her nightmares.16 legs,35 eyes and a million mouths spreading out all over it's form.

Screams,curses,whispers, laughing and sobs melting into a horrific white noise.She can only look on with a dead expression.

Down in her heart the silk has finally made contact,Gasps and winces pouring out of her with every tug.

She goes limp with the beast inches away.Sharp spikes sinking deep.The silk melts away and congeals in her tired heart.

An agonizing scream tears from her throat as needles shoot from her person.Her sorry life shifting into sight.nothingness.

The arachnid reforms from the crimson puddle below her.Not one but hundreds.Still as the dead,they look up at the bloody beauty above them.

Laughing louder than ever.Laughing, laughing, laughing.One single chuckle from above the brood for a split second adds to that horrific white noise.

For a split second she has found kinship.