I MISS JENNIFER... I SEARCHED THE WHOLE FOREST, WONDERING WHERE SHE COULD'VE GONE, BUT I WENT JUST IN CIRCLES, SHE COULDN'T HAVE GONE, UNLESS UNDERGROUND, UNLESS IN THE AIR, I'M WRITING LETTERS, BEGGING TO THE GODS THAT LAY BEFORE ME WITH THEIR TWO STATUES, NOW LOOKING MORE AND MORE CHIPPED WITH THE DECADE AND A HALF, THEY MAKE HOMES FOR ISPODS AND NOW A STARVING SPIDER, LONGING FOR THE CHANCE TO DRAIN EACH AND EVERY ONE OF THEM, INVADING THEIR CONTROL OF WHERE THEY CAN GO, PLANNING TO MAKE EVERY LITTLE ONE OF THEM, A SPIDER LIKE HIM....

HE TOLD THE ISOPODS THAT THE TWIN GODS ARE HIS SOLE MOTIVATOR, HIS STARVATION IS PURELY FICTICIOUS, I'VE SEEN HIM FEAST ON OTHER SPIDERS, THOUGH HE CLAIMED HE NEVER HAD.
HE WISHES TO BE THE ISOPODS, HE ENVIES THEIR POWER, THE WAY THEY CLIMB, DEVOUR ALL THE DECAY HE LEFT
BEHIND, TAKING ALL HE SPANNED OUT FOR MILES AND MILES THAT REPEAT, OVERLAP, AND BECOME THE SAME PATCHES OF GRASS THAT MAKE UP THE ENDLESS CYCLE THAT IS HIS BRUTALITY.

THE TWIN GODS DO NOTHING... THEY ALLOW THEIR ROTTING VESSELS TO HOST THE SPIDER'S SETTLING OVER WHERE THE ISPODS CALLED HOME, HE WISHES TO FORCE THE SPIDERS TO MULTIPLY, HE'LL MAKE THE SPIDERS WHOM SHINE IRIDESCENCE LIKE A MOONSOON RAINBOW, THE SPIDERS WHOM SHINE PINK AND BLUE, THE SPIDERS WHOM NEVER CARRY YOUNG, THE SPIDERS WHOM ARE QUEENS, THE SPIDERS WHOM HOMOROMANCE, THE SPIDERS WHOM DISAVOW THE GODS, WHO SEE THEIR COMPLACENCY...
IT MADE ME ANGRY, BUT NOBODY SEEMS TO SEE, THE SPIDER DOES GREATNESS DESPITE HIS WORDS SMELLING OF DISENTERY.
THE SPIDER MAY BUILD MORE WEBS, BUT HE WILL EAT EVERYONE ELSE HE DESTAINS, AND THEY ALLOW IT.

I COLLECTED THE ISPODS WITH MY FRAIL HANDS, OUT OF HIS CLUTCHES, BUT STILL SOME MET THEIR FATES, I SAVED THE SPIDERS HE LET GO AS MARGINAL, WE RAN FAR, I'D HIDE THEM BY THE ONE STONE STATUE, MADE OF NATURAL STONE, COATED IN A MOSS THAT FELT COLD, THE FALL OAK LEAVES FALLING AND DECAYING OF HIS DISGRACEFUL TOUCH, MAY THE SPIDERS AND ISOPODS EAT WHAT REMAINS OF HIM, I SAID, LETTING THEM LAY BY THE MISTING OF THE STATUES TEARS, BUT BY THE STATUE SAT BRAMBLES, I PLACED THEM DESPITE THE WOUNDS LEFT BEHIND, THEY WILL NEVER, NEVER BE TOUCHED BY THE SPIDER.
I FOUND MYSELF IN A FURY, THE HATRED I FELT, HOW DARE THE OTHER INSECTS, ARACHNIDS, ANY OTHER CREATURE, HOW DARE THEY NOT SEE THE PURE HATRED THAT HAD TRANSFERRED TO ME?
THE GODS AND THEIR STATUES, SLOWLY TILTING AWAY FROM ONE ANOTHER, THE SPIDER WEAVING A WEB OVER THE FAINT CARVINGS THAT ONCE SHOWED FACES, THE QUARTZ IS ROTTING, THE GODS ARE ROTTING. THEY HAVE NO MORE POWER OVER ME, NOR DOES THE SPIDER.
I RECIEVED A LETTER, FROM JENNIFER, I WAS FILLED WITH HOPE, BUT IT GAVE NO LEAD, IT HAD SHOWN THAT SHE HAD DECIDED TO FLEE, FOR THE SPIDER STOLE A WING SHE ONCE HAD, THREATENED TO FEAST UPON HER LADYBUG LOVER, I CRIED THE TRUE SOB MR WORLDWIDE COULD MUSTER, POOR JENNIFER, SHE WENT TO THE HOTEL, MOTEL, MORE THAN JUST A HOLIDAY INN...

I PRAYED,
BEGGED UPON THE TWINS TO BRING HER BACK TO ME,
BUT THEY BOTH WILL NEVER HEAR MY PLEAS,
THEY'LL LET THE SPIDER TEAR APART ALL THAT I ONCE LOVED...