Crawling spiders live in your mind’s corner <br />Poisonous tarantulas they maybe. <br /> <br />Bite marks are left on your flesh <br />Transmitting misery to victims with daring smiles, <br />hair knitted with cobwebs <br />capturing flying blissful hearts, <br />my joy lands in front you <br />a new pray for your jaws. <br /> <br />Suspended you leave me in this blinding light <br />persuaded and then forced to dry, <br />merciful strangers set me free <br />by cutting the remnants of my wings. <br />I fall and crack away from your piercing eyes <br />Your sedative presence is no longer effective. <br /> <br />Broken bones and wasted tears <br />gasping for your stale air <br />inside a newborn cries from the slap <br />but finally takes her first breath.<br /><br />Ivy Christou<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/tarantulas-giving-birth/
