poetry
Arachnid Dreamstate
Terror is an immense black furry spider
With elongated limbs trickling and lurking in the darkness.
It stares at you for hours on end,
Plotting its next move.
You're unable to see its dark imprint
In a room engulfed with shadows.
Only a small slit of moonlight shines from the heavens through your window.
You are defenseless to stop the approaching arachnid.
As it slowly grasps the end of your spine,
It begins to creep to your neck.
Nerve endings shiver as
Every intricate tap of its needle-like limbs
Prick your flesh like the end of a needle in a pincushion.
Once it reaches the small hairs at the end of your neck,
Glacial steam replaces the blood throughout your veins.
Your wide eyes are parched, and your body solidifies.
Your dried and cracked lips open to release nothing but air.
It flexes its fangs, dripping and saturated with a primordial green ooze.
It proceeds to penetrate its pale white instruments into your vertebrae,
Ripping the spinal column from your back like plucking a hair with tweezers.
Electric volts surge to your toes and fingertips as your frame melts into the
floor.
-Toby C. Cummings © 2005
