Pieces and Fragments - 8. 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 murmers
almost purrs
as her eight legs begin to pry at him
unfolding his frame
until he lies before her, unable to move

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