SPIDER LEG SEES SIN
feel it pacing on your skin
sly arachnid
arrhythmic and rancid
ruining the rim of your
yielding eyes with
wicked limbs, cracked
clawing at the sclera
spindles of frayed legs
leering ever closer to
the iris, hoping to perpetrate
pin, pop the pupil—a burst
blackens the eyes
empties indefinite blue
beckons candlelight
crashed out in the back pews