From the Outside In

Unhappy with herself
she sits
and stews
and spreads
her whiny self loathing
and miserablity
and self doubt
To all who
are forced
by necessity
or accident
to stumble into
her spiders lair
she spins her web
and winds you in
and injects you with
her venomous smile
step in to my cubage
and have all of you
sucked from your bright and shiny day



(this is dedicated to the individual who finds my hands and my scars to be frightening and who enjoys telling me about the nightmares I star in)