I’m hungry
Extremely hungry
But for what, I don’t know
I don’t care
It’s been a while since this one fed me
Maybe it’s time to let it go
Wait a minute
It couldn’t be
I’m not nearly hungry enough to imagine this
These tantalizing vibrations on my strings
What the hell is this?
So puny and weak
Such a vile thing
It could never suffice me
I’d soon starve rather than feed
I’ll release it, in hopes I guess
Something better is on it’s way
I’ve released it
Yet it flutters there in the air, strange
No concern of mine
If I’ve set it free and it’s not aware, oh
Something so soon has been caught
But these vibrations are similar to my first snare
Why are they so precise, staggered
It’s almost like they’re summoning me
Caught again, stupid prey
But there’s something different about this time
It’s perfectly still, almost content
Making contact with all my eyes
Terror no longer preoccupies it’s mind
Looks more like love, that’s foolish
How can the prey love me, that runt
My only desire is to kill the prey, my lunch
Confused, I step back
It panics, tries to move closer
My only thought: kill it now
This could all be over
That’s it, I’ll do it
Remove it from my sight
It lusts for me, I lust for food
It’s offsetting the balance of life
I am the spider
It is the prey
To love this that is nothing
Not even if I survive one more day.
Tedra
This is the rebuttal for my poem: In Love With Spider When I’m The Prey