It sinks into the stomach like a spider through a narrow passage
Manoeuvring every organ, bristles brush your being
Then it stops
Draws in its limbs
And pounces
A guttural scream against so much emotion
That clashes with the very thought of logic
The chaos of it all rips the vocal chords
Into patterns never seen
But heard all to often
The spider didn’t mean for harm
For death was its existence
And still he decomposes
As tears streak down my chin