on candystripe legs, the spiderman comes. Softly through the shadow of the evening sun / stealing past the windows of the blissfully dead / looking for the victim shivering in bed / searching out fear in the gathering gloom and suddenly a movement in the corner of the room / and there is nothing i can do, when i realise with fright that the spiderman is having me for dinner tonight.quietly he laughs and shaking his head creeps closer now / closer to the foot of the bed / and softer than shadow and quicker than flies / his arms are all around me and his tongue in my eyes: "be still be calm be quiet now my precious boy / don't struggle like that or i will only love you more / for it's much too late to get away or turn on the light / the spiderman is having you for dinner tonight"and i feel like i'm being eaten by a thousand million shivering furry holes / and i know that in the morning i will wake upin the shivering cold / and the spiderman is always hungry...
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