Spider Got Away Part 2

You bred yourself into my head.
Within my ear drum you made your bed.
And I still hear your breathing,
as you spun the web.

When I recall the violence,
there is a tremble to my hands.
I should've killed you when I had the chance.

I bled out.
It was no accident,
as you scurried away with my innocence!

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