A Spider

If a spider came along crept up behind and spun you into its web would you put up a fight cower in fright or lie still waiting to be its fed the fly beside you drained of life dried as a raisin no sign of struggle or strife around the web bodies of the dead taken by surprise by the spider creeping ahead your body is numb poison creeps through your veins and as much as you try futile is your strain your organs de-solidifying melting from the inside out as a king holding a grape vine waiting to choose which juices to suckle about the spider this king of his domain fangs above you your escape attempts, and your body, lie in vain