The Big Fat Spider #poetry

The fly goes along, trying to sing her song… read her poem… and get along… but along comes the big spider… and sits down beside her, pretending not to see…

Waiting, watching… throwing her energy!

Who me..?? Why, whatever do you mean..? She says in her best Marilyn Monroe…

Grasping, grubbing, her 8 legs rubbing… Waiting, watching, clinging, stalking…

She’s the queen of duplicity and she’s dying to meet you… she’s dying to greet you… come on to her bed… her web of the dead… littered with many carcasses that remain… dusty mementoes of her dying fame… war trophies of shame… she collects them like prized medallions… coquetting dalliances…

You’re to be another notch in her bed… so come on and get into her web of the dead!

Don’t you dare try to hide… she wants you deep inside… her… many passive aggressive ways… have landed her so many lays… so why oh why, won’t you die… and surrender to her web… filled with her dancing dead and ghosts of dread… that lay in wait… in that tangled web.

Because… when all is said and done… she wants… she needs… to be the ONE!

Her toxic web she weaves… daily repetitions of her beliefs… she sits and meditates on her web… she does weave… to deceive…. that web… she does weave… like a disease… OCD’ing on all she wants…

Shadowing all the fly’s haunts… sending out her subtle taunts…

But what can she do… she’s a big fat spider… that wants to invite her… into her lair… of obligating prayer… complicated layers… are the early betrayers…

If only the fly had paid attention… and not opened her heart… not to mention… given her trust… to be met with lust… but it’s hard to do when your expressing your art… how did the fly know she was such a heartless tart!

Why she seemed so normal at the start… but that was part of her plan… to get the fly to trust and disband… its guarded heart…

Red flags of warning were early on storming… but the fly heeded them not as she wanted to stop… the disapproval for not doing as the spider said…

All part of the web… the deceiving… complicated weaving… web of the dead!

The spider thinks the fly can’t get away….

She plots, she plans, she wrings her 8 hairy hands… trying oh trying to come up with a way… to make the fly pay… and spend her day… with her; the Sun… for she is the only ONE!

But the fly got wise… to the tricks and the lies… her deceptive disguise… and abandoned that web… the wicked web of the dead… just in the very nick of time… before the spider got her chance… to pounce and bite the fly, into her entwining dance… the fly narrowly escaped… before being stripped and raped… of her heart and soul… but it still took its toll….

She thanked her lucky stars… the spider never got too far… she’s now aware of what living is… on a hope and a prayer.

So for now, the spider’s left undone… that spider will need to move on… and find another gullible fly… just trying to belong and sing her song…

But the spider… she’s waiting alone… trying to set a new trap and tone… ruminating on her next meal… her next deal….

Cuz she’s unfed… and she’s hungry and waiting there… for you… in her web of the dead!

 

© 2012 to Clear Wind Blows Over the Moon

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