her hair is spun from spiders,
whispering in her ears as they float down,
brushing past her cheeks with spindly legs.

silence is heavy in the air
and she sits alone,
cramming her thoughts into cobwebbed spaces,
unable to breathe through cracked lips.

her eyelashes are laced with silk strands,
uneven and sprinkled with dust,
with little spiders dripping off the ends like beads of water.