Widow
I'm really terrified of spiders
their long limbs and slow crawling im really scared of liars
spinning their webs carefully
hiding in dark corners but their lies are clear to see
hanging from each thick strand a horrifyingly comfy blanket
their victims never to land
supposedly im a black widow
my bite poisonuous and my intent dangerous
im only out to kill
i lie and and lie all day u see
im just that incredibly lazy
thats what the humans say as they dust my little home away
they cant see the truth that collects in little droplets
my victims not victims, just versions of me i wish to protect
the blanket not full of lies but things u choose to forget
this is reality this is what u ignore
because as a child i explored
and i heard these things fall from ur cynical distrustful lips
ur hands in fists and sat on ur hips
ears closed accustomed to agression
eyelids half opened, drooping from a permanent unimpressed expression
u see everyone as sinners
so much so u cant even trust ur own children during dinner
"how was ur day?"
it leads to silence at the table
we cant speak were unable
because in front of ur eyes the scene that plays out is dusty and old
not in the present there are cobwebs everywhere u see the past, the food on our plates have mold
the webs converge over our lips and u see a dark fat spider lays on each of them
dark and vicious and filled with venom
screaming, u smack at us everytime we try to open our mouths
filled with delusion and doubt
because u see the spiders making webs of lies
so distracted by it u cant look us in our eyes
and realize our true intentions
that we arent trying to manipulate but bring attention
u think we're the devil reincarnate but were just trying to answer ur question
so i beg, please
i beg, hear my pleads
im trying to tell the truth but u dont see me
ur scared and want to flee
u see what the world has beat into ur head
that no one is genuine and ur faith in humanity is dead
we dont even think to fight her
but what she sees is a huge violent spider