Mental Spiders

Cobwebs shimmer in the setting sun

The day is ending but the night hasn’t begun

The spiders are preparing to send shivers down the spines

Of the rich wives sons

Oh what fun

They’ll creep away from their outdoor home through the cracks in their doors and windows

Sweet blonde mommy yells

“Pick up your clothes!”

That’s the cue

There is no hope

Eight dangled legs and who knows how many eyes get ready to make their home bound surprise

Little boy maybe nine years old

Playing videos games and not doing what he’s told

Has no idea of the monsters he’s soon to hold

They’re crawling in the clothes he has yet to fold

Sun is gone, leaving the night cold

The target gets up to close his window

The mother yells

“Ugh!”

In the distance

Ohhhh, the unknown

When her phone chimes

She picks it up to listen...

The boy is back in his chair about to go back to combat and fight unfair

Spiders made it to his ear

Doesn’t feel a thing, the coast is clear

Mommy’s screaming now

A curdling one if the boy ever did hear

He runs to her safety

She’s on the floor in tears

Beloved daddy, has no more years

“Daddy’s gone”

She says

“He’s gone forever”

“Mommy you’re wrong” he says

“He’s going to get better!”

The spiders move on,

Now in his head!

Bite it they did

Bite it, they fed

The boy went numb

“HE’S NOT DEAD!”

Boy runs to his room

Gets in his bed

He feels nothing

Nothing but the spiders as they thread together their new home

This monster will never be gone

Illness has already took one

Mental, has just begun