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transformation

Contributed by Cancer on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 08:05:00 PM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



the wind blew softly
as i let them in
slitting my torso wide
as i lay in the grass

without hesitation
the spiders crawled in
they all marched at the same pace
as if this were the plan all along

i could hear wolves baying in the distance
as the fangs of my assassins pierced
the pain was sweet and nostalgic
like a blurry memory, of a pain long ago

i tried to cry, i knew i should
but, it seemed that i was beyond tears
once the eggs were in place
the spiders left me
and i quietly sewed myself back together

so much time passed
as i housed my enemies
shuddering with anticipation and disgust
at what i was doing

i could feel them when they hatched
the strange tickling of a million legs
marching up my throat
pouring out of my mouth and nose
like a vivid display of death

when they left, i felt so hollow
so alone
empty nest syndrome i guess
but, the payment came soon enough

my extra legs began to sprout
a few weeks after the hatching
and soon after, my entire body morphed
into the shape that i had desired

my fangs were like ebony scythes
dripping venom far deadlier
than any i had spewed before
and as the transformation drew to an end
i made my first web in the woods

now, i wait, patiently
for some fool child or drunken hunter
to stumble into my transparent trap
my legs, all of them, twitch with anticipation
at the thought of my first new meal




Copyright © Cancer ... [ 2003-08-23 20:05:00]
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Re: transformation (User Rating: 1 )
by crimson_purity on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 09:28:54 PM AEST
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I'm kind of left speechless by this one. It's so twistedly beautiful. You have such a way with words.


Re: transformation (User Rating: 1 )
by sicknivesevered on Saturday, 23rd August 2003 @ 11:00:28 PM AEST
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I agree with crimson_purity. Fantastic.


Re: transformation (User Rating: 1 )
by bobotheclown on Sunday, 24th August 2003 @ 01:27:59 AM AEST
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twistedly beautiful is one way to describe this. I am kind of speechless at the moment all your stuff is so amazing and different

Joel (Bobo)




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