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on candystripe legs

the spiderman comes

softly through the shadow of the evening sun

stealing past the windows

of the blissfully dead

looking for the victim shivering in bed

searching out fear in the gathering gloom

and suddenly! a movement

in the corner of the room

and there is nothing i can do

when i realise with fright

that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight



quietly he laughs

and shaking his head

creeps closer now closer to the foot of the bed

and softer than shadow

and quicker than flies

his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes

"be still be calm be quiet now my precious

boy don't struggle like that or i will only love you more

for it's much too late to get away

or turn on the light

the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"



and i feel like i'm being eaten

by a thousand million shivering furry holes

and i know that in the morning

i will wake up in the shivering cold

and the spiderman is always hungry...