She smiles behind that curtain

of silken spider curses &

infinite insect eyes so close to our skin,

with their scrape, scrape kisses.

She spreads & sings hush hush

whispers on our lives of transparent

beauty & our dreams of demonic

devastation.

She is nothing more than what she seems -

or that's what she whistles as she dives

in for the killing & bloodshed that will

feed her brood of wingless souless

hungering mouths.

But her eyes are so filled with life...

As her lies twist & turn the knife...

That we smile & say what she always remembers;

this springtime of feeding...

this screamtime of bleeding...

this brutal experience

as our Innocence surrenders.

- For Melissa Jones -

Who beneath all the silk & shine of her beautiful wings -

hides a truly repugnant insect of the lowest order.