a sister’s love

In silence she moves
    the air itself doesn’t betray her presence
there is nothing to announce her arrival

She walks slowly
    bulbous eyes locked on the floor
            where, in the center
        her prize awaits

She approaches the ball slowly
    like a cat stalking it’s lunch
        so does she move
Her eyes burning with the hunger
        of her crazed desires

She reaches the boy
        strokes his hair
her defensive hard shell strangely soft
      her touch deceitfully gentle

He tightens against her presence
            but she murmurs
    almost purrs
        as her eight legs begin to pry at him
unfolding his frame
    until he lies before her, unable to move
held fast to the floor

Her fangs drip with the venom of her lust
    and he closes his eyes,
          wishing himself gone
    as she bends down and begins her feast
    taking what she wishes
        leaving him filled with shame
      humiliation
        fear

 
For a while he is gone
        . . . his body remains
    yet he is not present
until she finishes
    allowing him once more to curl into a ball

        She hovers over him
    eight legs encircling him
like bars of a cage

She wraps him with her silk
        comforting in the warmth it brings
though so surrounded
    he cannot move

Being so bound to her
            by her
    he has no hope of freedom

She hums to him as she slides through the darkness
        – her song of sisterly affection
. . . securing the line to his cocoon
          within the shadows
               where he will wait
    until once again
            she wants to play