Her
She walks in your house,
she wants you to know,
the the less people near you,
the more her power grows.
She preys on the weak,
and hears their bones break,
as she finds her next victim,
for another innocent life to take.
Her limbs are long and fast,
as she tears at your flesh,
devouring, consuming,
she likes her food fresh.
She is feared by many,
so to get rid of her it’s said,
to use a stick or a duster,
and just get rid of her web.
Copyright © Brynn Rose | Year Posted 2015
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