Tarantulas Giving Birth
Crawling spiders live in your mind’s corner
by Ivy Christou
Poisonous tarantulas they maybe.
Bite marks are left on your flesh
Transmitting misery to victims with daring smiles,
hair knitted with cobwebs
capturing flying blissful hearts,
my joy lands in front you
a new pray for your jaws.
Suspended you leave me in this blinding light
persuaded and then forced to dry,
merciful strangers set me free
by cutting the remnants of my wings.
I fall and crack away from your piercing eyes
Your sedative presence is no longer effective.
Broken bones and wasted tears
gasping for your stale air
inside a newborn cries from the slap
but finally takes her first breath.