MY METAMORPHOSIS

ix.

ix. losing hope on the piercing edge
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an acrimonious retort
along with the slither
of serpentine eyes
and venomous fangs
below nefarious ruses
embraced by
gluttonous proclivity
at a vulnerable prey
paralyzed in fright
still and silent
never invisible

a apprehensive orison
spoken by muted lips
gawking eyes
wide enough
to witness
sanguinary predation
in its salubrious form
as petals of a crimson
spiderlily binds with
the fate of a certain end

(i first laid eyes with the predator)
death. death. death.

awaits me in my slumber
charcoal hands
perched between
dessicated wood
entangling the vines
that threaten to
bind me whole
it yearns for my demise
a conveniently
placed sustenance

(my life started flashing before my eyes)
death. death. death.

i tried to escape
the calls of the dead
beckoned me to join
their macabre parade
my pairs of feet
carrying my body
into the hidden crevices
of shrouded leaflets
the wind of endings
blew pass my spiracles
as I inhaled the scent
of putrid blood

(a scream and cry of agony and endings)
death. death. death.

to be a victim of mercy
my fate was placed
on the weighted scales
trembling under the quagmire
as my mind jumbled
with the notion of death
the squirming prey
along with the slither
turned into silence
and my fears became
a warning of fruition

(i peeked through the cracks and watched eyes glaring at me)
murder. murder. murderer.

the eyes of a killer
stared at my existence
it was mocking me
a tiny feeble thing
was bound to be killed
sooner or later
i hid once again
whether from death
or my rotten fears
i do not know
but i know it well...

that another victim would die that night