Spiders, or lack thereof.

I wish , sincerely, you never find a spider again. Yet, I think you will, anyways.

Eight legs,
two segments.
One body, silky, silky
all the way, living underneath
your door, your house,
perhaps your dreams.

Pest control, this monster is
about to eat me, drive it away.
It will eat me, maybe, and then
make my flesh go silky, silky,
and maybe no one will ever remember who I was.

With its powerful mouth,
it will pinch, and eat, and bite.
Don't let it near me,
I would most probably die.
Please, help, help.
I don't want to be afraid anymore.

Two legs,
pink skin.
One body, armed and ready.
Oh, silky, silky your life was,
but now it is no more.
Sorry, lad, you were something beautiful
in Nature. I liked you
But I love her so.
I don't want her to be afraid,
you know?

Life is so curious, sometimes.
Spider, I am sorry.
Now, she is happy once more.
I hope you understand
your sacrifice was never in vain.

You should see her smile.