A Spider's Love Poem by Tanner Herndon

Manageable death
Manageable life
Manageable secrets
And laughter that the
Darkness holds together, tight
Stringing a web of safety around
Your waist, the spiders try not to bite
They pick off the bugs and your worries
And the dirt and anything else unclean
They massage you with their mandibles,
Rotating you with their legs, you offer
To shave them:
'No, thank you, '
Say the spiders.
The spiders, they seem nice at first
Wrapping you with warmth and covering
You in darkness, to conceal their ugliness,
They don't want to scare you;
But then they get rough and spin you too fast
And they nip and bite and now you are numb
Then you are poisoned and can't breath right
Then you are hallucinating and falling out of
Logic's grip
Then, they finish wrapping you in a cocoon
And eat what's left of you.
A female spider will eat a male spider's head,
After intercourse.
This is love.