She told the dying creature,
"Listen to my voice.
You're fighting me so,
But what do you know?"
She wasn't sad
for much,
even as
the spider
seemed to bleed
in audible red,
through the sounds
trying the frivolities
crowning her head.
What is the matter?
Just a splatter,
but with it, comes an end.
A head is full of dances,
Of never-ending chances,
but squish,
and there goes
the spider.
-J.L.
She told the dying creature, "Listen to my voice. You're fighting me so, But what do you know?" She wasn't sad for much, even as the spider seemed to bleed in audible red, through the sounds trying the frivolities crowning her head. What is the matter? Just a splatter, but with it, comes an end. A head is full of dances, Of never-ending chances, but squish, and there goes the spider.
-J.L.
