Brown Recluse from Jabberwocky by The Sawtooth Grin

Brown Recluse

I was but a beamish boy
newly minted in the meadow
sifting through my chattels
anointing trading cards and trinkets
salvation
at the crack of each box lid
whispering is a house a home now
portrait of a revelry choked
in the gossamer web
of a waking noontide day-mare
the brown recluse
legs splayed open palm wide
tethering dread to my loves
like ley lines
I shrank,
soaked in her wet ocelli gaze
it took me out of my room
trying to shake the sight
it took the rest of my bloom
hiding to be unseen like the night
though times made a ghost of me
she's still out there watching me
is a house a home now
is a house home

• Experimental
• Groove Metal
• Mathcore
• Metal
• grind
• noisecore
• Rhode Island