the galaxy of gold that described your eyes
were truly a set of eight not two.
pearly whites that shined so bright,
simply fangs not teeth.
your hands so slender, so beautiful,
though they became spindly when
The girl with hair red as fire,
with those illuminating eyes,
became your insect.
the silk was the kiss,
the web was the adventures,
“I love you” was the venom.
then suddenly she was tangled,
tangled in your lies.
in your heartbreak.
you had the halo of an angel,
yet you were as deadly as a spider
This piece has been published in Teen Ink’s monthly print magazine.