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Revenge (written in the summer of 1981)


(written as a nineteen year old before entering college)

If I could
I'd put on four pair
of long feathery legs
and appropriate sting-ware

Then I'd frighten you into a corner,
and once you were there...
close in, bite, then ensnare you,
carry you off without a prayer.

I'd drag you away
to my cozy spider nest.
Sip on your blood.
Then devour the rest.

There'd be no qualms.
No tears. No regrets.

For it is He who plays
with deadly spiders
who deserves
what He gets.

Copyright June 1981 All Rights Reserved By This Author
Meloo/Melissa A Howells straight from her Tilt-a-World
All ideas/poetry/prose/rants are the legal copyrighted property of this writer

*****this piece will appear in a later published book






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