The unwanted touch sent spiders running around,
Weaving a web to the lady's whole body — unwantedly bound,
Its saliva smeared across her limbs — from head to toes,
Feeling her dignity shattered, together with her shredded clothes.
The eight legs feel as if a hundred hands were on her,
Her cries are heard by no one, yet she yells until her vision becomes blur,
Staring down at her are malicious eyes that scares her to the core,
Her tears fell, helplessly screaming: please, no more.
She was covered — no skin were exposed,
No signs were given to the spider that ate her soul,
But even if she's expose does it validate the reason why she's on the floor,
Weeping — while the spider left her broke and can't feel anymore.
-Love, Luminekoygk.