A Spider’s Design

The spiders had crept inside
hiding from the approaching winter.
Weary and hopelessly sad about my appearance,
they agreed to help me.
I smashed my skull with a hammer
and molded my face into a more appealing shape.
I let the spiders crawl over me,
spinning a web to hold me new face still
while it healed.
I barricaded myself in my room,
a web of bandages peeking out the window,
at the world,
waiting to be reborn,
in the spring.
Behind the wardrobe,
under the bed,
in the corner of the ceiling,
they always lurked ready to apply more web.
We hid in the dark,
they crawled in my mouth,
I had moved on from just my face
and trained them to redesign me from the inside out!
Slicing fat away and removing bone.
stitched up and bound tightly,
healing.
It was no surprise to me that when the webbing was removed,
they had redesigned me
in their own image.

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