A Spider’s Feast

Ravenous, I come on eight spindly legs. Peering through darkened windows, I spy a slumbering boy, who will soon be devoured. Softly, I creep into my young victim’s bedroom. I close my legs, caging him, casting a wicked shadow over his shivering body. I begin to eat. My tongue lolls, slick with venom that drenches his sweet, tender flesh and drips into his crying eyes. My needle sharp teeth pierce his skin, drawing blood that I swallow down with relish as he shrieks. Once he is drained of precious life, I steal away, still tormented by a deep, aching hunger.