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The Spider

Run...
Run...
Run...
...The words booming in my mind much like a drum.

Faster...
Faster...
Faster...
...I look back frantically as I cross the river.

I can't see it.
But it's there.
And it's pursuing me at this moment.

I continue running.

Tree...
Tree...
Tree...
...The wiry silhouette stretches out in front of me.

I tumble onto the ground against the tree.
There's no sign of the horrible creature pursuing me.

My eyes are bloodshot and weary.

My breath is labored and raspy.

Whoooo...
Whoooo...
Whoooo...
...Now that my pursuer is gone, I don't know what to do.

I close my eyes, and try to drift off to sleep.
But the memory of the creature scampering through the woods runs deep.
I open my eyes, fearing the sight of the creature, balled up in a heap...
...playing dead, knowing that although its head is much smaller than mine, its brain is not.

In fact, the pursuer seemed to have an impossible aura of intelligence as it chased me through the woods.
I can picture it now...sifting through my remains as if I am a bundle of precious goods.

My eyes adjust to the night.
I stare out in fright.

Nothing.

Nothing...

Nothing...

Nothing...

...I can only see nothing out in the expansive pasture that stretches out miles before me.

I smile with relief.

I have lost it.

My pursuer is gone.

I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
I lie by the tree in a comfortable heap.
My dream runs ever so deep...

...It's wonderful...

...I don't know how I can imagine a dream so wonderful after I have just been chased by a...

My slumber is interrupted by crunching in the field.

Crunch...
Crunch...
Crunch...
...It's either a lonesome stray, or a fearsome bunch.

Of what?

Humans?

Wolves?

Or...

I stand up abruptly.
The crunching stops abruptly.
I stride forward abruptly, content in ridding the area of whatever dares to approach me.

Silence.

Silence is all that's there, accompanied by its great friend...

Darkness.

I stumble backwards and something pricks at my back.

I scream and fly backward.
The unknown pricking thing lunges upward.

I stare upward, my eyes trying to adjust, and that's when I realize...

...the creature that pursued me...

...that seemed ever so content in killing me...



...the spider.

Its pincers, sharp as knives...
Its terrible, multiple eyes...

Its stick legs, black as the night around me...
The mark on the back of its abdomen, red as the blood it will suck from me leisurely...

I stare up at it.

It stares back at me.

It clicks its pincers disapprovingly, and lunges.

Fear...
Fear...
Fear...
...The word echoes in my brain so loudly I'm almost sure I can vaguely hear it in my ear.

I swing my fist and it clings on with its pincers.

The bite is horrible.

Pain...
Pain...
Pain...
...Now I know the chase through the forest left nothing for me to gain.

I was doomed to die this whole time, and the spider was meant to find me.

And kill me.

The spider wraps its horrible legs around my wrist, and it continues to bite.

I fling my wrist around frantically, trying to get it off, until I finally give up and drop to the ground covered in filth and muck.

The spider, watching me writhe in agony with its multiple eyes,
Listening to my muffled cries,
Is apparently impressed with its work.

I listen as it scampers away.

Pain...
Pain...
Pain...
...That's all I can feel as thunder rumbles and it begins to rain.

The venom is spreading, and within moments a huge wave of agony pulses through my pale, frail body.

Death...
Death...
Death...
...I curse the little eight-legged wretch.

It hasn't killed me.

Not yet.

But I can feel the life slipping away from me...

Slowly...
Slowly...
Slowly...



...Slowly....



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Creative-WriterThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Sep. 28 at 10:43 pm
this was nicly written. and very suspenceful.  two things that bother me about this peom is that you can't ryme a word with itself (abruptly).  And It's not really a poem, But a short story made with a rythm.  Although it is good! don't get me wrong I liked almost every bit of it! I really did. I am just wanting to help you improve it.  And I hope I didn't offend you in any way.
 
Hanban12This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Aug. 18 at 8:18 pm
Lovely poetic techniques; you can go very far in poetry! 
 
kingofwritersThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. replied...
Aug. 18 at 8:49 pm
Thanks! :)
 
GeenaElise said...
Feb. 8, 2013 at 7:53 pm
Nice work. It was very entertaining to read. 
 
writerfreak21231This teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Jan. 14, 2012 at 4:06 pm
It was good. But it wasn't really a poem, it was more like a story. It was long and a lot of description. But great job! I liked it a lot! :)(:
 
kingofwritersThis teenager is a 'regular' and has contributed a lot of work, comments and/or forum posts, and has received many votes and high ratings over a long period of time. said...
Nov. 22, 2011 at 4:53 am
Okay, I am REALLY not the best poet; I'm better at writing novels. But please tell me what you think of this poem anyway! :)
 
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