Cobwebbed Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

She pulled her dress
Off her insipid shoulders
And I saw her spinerette
Beaming towards me.

She razed her eyes
In an equilibrium of disdain
And starvation -
A mad desire
Of domination.

Inside this room,
The cobwebs undulate through
The walls, past the blankets
And into souls that
Wane.

She starts weaving
Death threads
She trampled lightly across
The bed,
Tethered me to each
Of the bedposts
And sang my eulogies
In the language of
The arachnids.

Slowly, her fangs
Of macabre
Took all of me
Siphoned of blood,
Soul asunder,
Drawn to death’s carouse,

Fluttering away
From the fountains
Of life.

That is how
She predates,

Ties you to death,
Consumes you with death
And then leaves
You with death
As you
Tremble inside your
Skin.