Molting

Mired in a spindle bound

Killing something new

Living underground

I crawl everywhere, eradicating everything I purge

I got my new blood

My skin is growing back

Hide amongst the plants

The new brain is mad

My friends don’t like the way I look

Soon they’ll be a feast for me

And we’ll have a life of bland

Impregnate my arachnid bride

Systematically weaving to survive

Victims fly into our traps

Frantic they try to rip away

Imminent paralysis

Fangs pierce insect flesh

Toxified they now convulse

Moribund and wrapped in silk

Sip the hallowed soul

I await their bitter end

A scene where bugs are dead

Never able to fend off my attack

Corpse littered web you see

All my trophies atrophied

Molting my old self

Inject my spawn into their shell

Molting they will be as me

The greatest swarm there will ever be

Molting my serenity

Eat’em and leave’em

Cannibal family

How much death will it take

As I lay on her plate, the last thing she ate