A Spider of A Thought Fell Down onto His Head or Transitions: An Experimental Epic Horror Poem

It’s elementary

genre logic, but necessary to the exposition
at hand, ya understand?

Now, back to the blood-soaked woman,
who didn’t even know her own birthday, age.

family, or any other personal information
about herself. All she knew was rage.

All she knew was that she was continually
fucked over by any and every man

she encountered.
Thus, lasting relationships, sexual encounters,

were not the focal point of her mental gravitation.
All she knew was loneliness, the exploration

of self, as is the case with all true heroes,
resulting in a sense of zero