it is the spider and it is the spider's venom
it is the food that sates its own savage hunger
it is fire, stealing breath or sealing wounds
it's the claws of the vise clamped on the brain
as it is the hand that turns the screw
it's a slow and creeping poison
injected straight to the heart
it might be its own cure
but the cure is slow
the antidote
is so much
slower
still
Dave Pereyra
25 November 2012
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