Spiders

Clans of
venomous spiders
nurtured her
from conception
Their black spiny
spindle of legs
wove her skin
of immortal silk
decades ago
Spinnerets
sparkle like
poisonous ornaments
from the wall of
nightshade that
blooms in
her bedroom
Innocence embodied
in a toxic
withered frame
Lean in a
smidge closer
Her web of
white gold
sparkles like
sugared crystals
You know
She needs one
reason to sting
The lingering
scent of red
in her web
brings comfort
and the familiarity
of intoxication
She'll gyrate
you into an
intricate basket
in the form
of a human casket
Using you for nourishment
For survival
Like all the rest
Cannibalistic
by nature
She will eat you alive
You want her to