A Web of Love
"I was aware that the sun was sinking behind me, golden in the October afternoon."— D.H. Lawrence, from 'Classic Works of D.H. Lawrence,' “The Lovely Lady”
Howl's, meows, and screams
Fill the webs of love like ghost marshmallows
In hot chocolate drowning
In cream.
Fangs filling virgin blood,
Fingers clawing into unfamiliar
Chassis's.
Kissing white, invisible
Lips swollen and cracked,
stealing nearby benevolence
Like Masala Chai tea.
Filling syringes full
Of sinful tea, pointed
Deeply into candy corn,
Razor blades in gummy
Bear sour Made tongues.
Heart shaped pumpkins
Colored in sanguine fluid
Found on sinful, adulterated
Floorboards like burned
Down murder house
Decorated in christmas ornaments.
Apple tasted lips become
Filled with porcelain cement,
Possessed eyes as the love
Becomes urn Made of webs.
Created and stretched like biblical
Scriptures preaching
Like female tarantula
Looking for its finally prey.
Ravaging upon juice
Filled necks, naked
Shoulder blades, chub
Filled stomachs of acid
Burning the seams to pinata
Made bodies.
Pumpkin juice spilled
On bed sheets, pillows
And walls as forty whacks
Hit the picture frames
Causing earthquakes
To awake in Satan's name.
Waves crashing against
Plastomatic shimmering of beauty
As webs fill his corpse
Like dead child from the
Egyptian Pharaohs sleeping
Quarters.
Sitting in silence in
A web of lies as she approaches
Him wearing a black enticed
Dress of spider webs.
Filling love into fingertips
Caressing his skin made
Of finner silk than she could
Ever make to replace
The skin she ate.
About the Creator
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