Crimson spider
You walk across my hand;
You must know me
You understand that I
Unlike any other man
Would not crush you:
I stand above you
I left your web alone
Are you running a slaughterhouse?
There are so many carcasses
Strung up on your lines
Are you afraid-
Or is it my own hand
Trembling?
Crawl up to my lips;
Bite me slowly
Your stomach I'll gently lick
If I praised you
Would you blush?
Or is human-lacking
Just wearisome?
Can you see through me?
I'm the master's errant son
You shame me:
You always follow your pulse
You always wound to kill