The Spider's Web

I remember when you made her, chose her from the world around you and she was everything you knew.

Formed a body from the sunlight, you made the figure of a girl whose skin glowed with the touch of golden fire.

You broke a bottle of champagne, spilled it slowly over her head. Soaking sweetly into her skin, it dried in a mass of straight, shiny blonde hair, silk, like a waterfall overrun by threads of woven wine.

Next you chose a flower, admired it for its sky blue petals and tossed it aside. Instead you picked up a smooth stone, ground it to a fine silver powder like star dust. Dipped your fingers in it, it was soft, touched her eyes and gave her sight.

A knife from your pocket to finish your creation, slit open your palm. Smeared your blood across her face and made her drink. You licked it away, all the color left her skin but her lips were left stained red.

Stand back and admire your work; have you ever created something so beautiful? Perfection, as rare as painted butterflies in summer orchestras of flowers and rain.

Come to stand behind her, press yourself to her from behind. Tilt my head to the side, as she shivers from your cold breath on her skin, down her neck. Turn her to face you and a darkness clouds your eyes. Is it lust, or is it envy? Your coldness is familiar to me.

Spiders crawl over your lips, lay eggs in your lungs; they hatch and kill their mother. Let them make their webs across your face and you kiss me.

Breathe a breath of life into her, give me life from the crisp, cool air of harsh winters. It freezes her lungs and she opens her eyes, reflections of the moon and diamonds.

Spider webs stay locked on her as you pull away and die. Are you like the spiders? Am I meant to devour you with the sharp fangs leaking poison in her mouth? Soak her tongue in acid meant for death.

You’ve created me, you are my master. My lord. My sire. My Sire. You died but said we would be dead together, I was never alive but once upon a time you were. Called me a vampire and cried tears of blood. I was never alive.

This cruel perfection swallows me whole and drowns me in the sea of your regrets. You’ve left me with nothing, not a heart, not a soul; I can’t live and I’ll never be free. Eternal damnation awaits me as I leave you, but you spoke to me.

I am the first vampire and I must make others like me. There’s a need to be solitary, alone in this desolate world you called Hell. Said I’ll never reach Paradise but I could argue for it. It was his fault, your fault, for making me.

Called me daughter of the dead, huntress of the strong. What am I besides a murdered fool, your doll? Won’t you play with me? Touch me how you’ve always wanted to and take me with you to the afterlife. I don’t want to stay here alone.

There’s no way to die yet I hope relentlessly. You said faith was not becoming for a vampire so I stopped and hated everyone who was not me. I had immortal beauty, but they had temporary happiness.

And then you died and I left you there to rot. Came back years later to bury your bones in a cemetery. I’ve haunted it ever since, made it my home and killed there. Ghosts of the dead come to me, whisper thoughts of insanity into my ear and I listen. What more have I to do?

Centuries passed but I left you quickly, I was never faithful and I was never one to trust. Reaching a point of schizophrenia and the living no longer approached me in my cave of hidden though that reeked of death and decay. Let me die my death alone, alone, alone like I started out. You were never there for her and I love you for it.

She and I are one, although it started out as just her. Crawling, creeping, so sneaky into her mind that she couldn’t resist when I fondled her thoughts gently and led her to a path of destruction, a cruel path meant for no living being. But she was not alive and never would be.

And then I remembered when you created me. You broke my mind and burnt me with fire, leaving marks in your wake that could never cool and heal.

She created me to get away from you. I grasped her mind and didn’t let go, there was nothing you could do. She was gone, broken like the wind over the ocean, crossing over a wave and spraying the rocks with its salty lick of open wounds and jagged edges.

A method to escape, that’s all I ever was.

I remember when you made us.