Flower Flower

        Spinning a thread of gold, a woman with long flowing hair that was as dark as the night sky sat before a loom. Her fingers nimbly moving along the fibers as she crafted her spools of yarn to work her web. Beneath the filigree of her earth toned skirts was a body that did not match the appearance of the human on top. Her lower torso was bulbous and took up much of the golden nest beneath her bottom as long spindly legs twitched and moved out of habit as she worked. Eyes that blinked from time to time opened along where her forehead was supposed to be, and soon a tune was spilling from her lips as she worked.

 

“Flower Flower Oh So Fair”

“Why You Bloom In A Garden Tomb”

“Away From Sunlight”

Away From The Moon”

 

“Flower Flower Oh So Fair”

“Sing With Me As I Toil”

“For Tonight The Man Shall Boil”

 

            Her singing broke off into a cascade of laughter as she eyed the struggling figure hanging in a golden web off to the corner. All that could be seen from within the cocoon was a pair of terrified eyes as they watched her work. The man that she had captured the evening before struggling even as he knew there was no escaping his death.

            Perhaps next time, the next fool who decided to sacrifice their wife to the spiders den would think twice. “Oh flower, if only the fool hadn’t tried to kill me so.” She mumbled, body glowing, as the spirit that had possessed her at her murder took full control and the woman changed just that little bit more. Venomous fangs now protruding from her lips as the web glittered behind her and the spool in her hands grew larger and larger. “If only you had loved me more.”