some appearances
are so undeceiving!
begin transmission
are you receiving?
are you aware of the
web im weaving?
the presents wrapped
in silk im leaving?
i wind them tight,
but leave them breathing
for they’re leftovers
for later eating

my head is a web
my mind is a spider
i wait for my thoughts
to hatch from inside her
fangs stretch wide
and getting wider
to deliver a message
by a bite held tighter
the screams growing louder,
and the fire brighter,
yet the burden of it weighs
on my shoulders lighter.

-m.p. 12/10/2016