Beautiful art, without a signature, Spider, Be proud of your work. Why do you hide there? Ashamed of your creation, the role you’re born to play? Do you mourn for the victims of the lies you convey? Knowing that you’ll trap them empirically, Feeding on their flesh, vampirically, Just like you did with me. Copyright © 2020 Brandon Ellrich
*If you enjoyed this poem, you might also like my short story Killer.