Black Widow's Bite

Seems they just appear nights,
Crawling up from basements, stooping
Into air vents and sneaking
Gently along
Paths of dust, searching
For water, and
Looking for hiding places so
Eggs can hatch.

Their red dot gives them
A presence, a scare in the bright light,
As some human crouches into
The bathroom, turns on the light,
Turns it off quickly,
Frightened by big blackness
With that red spot
Hanging from instant webby-filaments.

Electrifying images
Of death, those stories
Of bites so acrid,
So burning, they take
Human breath and turn
It into an ache, a deadly pain deep
In the lungs, the venom
Speeding along arteries so fast,
Humans faint, holding their breath,
Grasping their chests,
The death grip tightening muscles
Until medics arrive
With the serum.