My dear spider, Ophelia

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Ophelia, Ophelia, Ophelia, I'd give my eyes to you if you'd stay longer.

I'd be without my sight, but yours I've memorized every night.

Orange and yellow swirls cover your back

Stripes of orange, yellow, and red pattern your legs

Black hair resides where color is absent

Eight eyes black and unyielding

Ophelia, I'll always remember you.

The webs you spin cover every corner, sealing the doors and windows shut.

Strands hang from the ceiling catching on my skin and hair as I walk

I can feel the roughness of the strands when my finger ghost over the walls.

I can always tell which strands are new and old

No where is without you, Ophelia, even when I leave I can feel your web on my skin and hair.

I sleep on a bed of your web

I am caught in it, unable to fully leave

Each strand sticks to my clothes and I struggle to escape, but I still stay.

There is no blanket but the thought of you keeps me warm.

I'm trapped in your web, Ophelia, and I will never leave.

In my sleep, you're in my dreams.

You crawl over me, making the hair on my skin stand up straight

My skins prickles with needles as you move from the ground to my neck

Your fangs sink in and I wake

When I turn my head I can see your eyes and still feel you crawling over me, Ophelia

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Ophelia.

I should have never have opened that door.

I should have never broken your web.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I should have never left at all.

Ophelia, please forgive me.

My dreams are empty.

I lie dead on the floor your venom having killed me.

Though you are never there, please come back to me.

When my finger comb the walls, there are no new strands.

You've left, Ophelia, please come back through the door

Death awaits me in my bed of webs.

I haven't left like I said, like I promised, please come back.

The webs have began to fall from the ceiling lining my floor more than before

Then in the night she comes and beckons me to sleep, I am on the floor as she crawls over me. My dear spider, Ophelia.


Author's note: The formatting is a bit weird, but I can't fix that because it automatically puts it in double space.

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