I’m on you like a trapdoor spider
but my hole is the mat
and I pull you down to me
because I’m not afraid of your weight
I hold you there
and inject my venom
by tightening myself like a snake
and using my leg to keep your head crushed down
I’m not after liquefied organs
just your spirit
and when you relax
my shin is in your neck
I wrap my hands on the other side
gabling with all my might
and crush your carotids
waiting on the tap
or a less than restful sleep.