HORROR Poem: Was, by Sarah Haarmann

I was asleep, enjoying my slow starvation, welcoming death and its sweet embrace.
Asleep when I heard him enter my territory.
Felt him slip past my guards and slide along my webs.
I was asleep.

I was awake as I watched him look for me.
Watched as he waded in pools of blood and through tall crystalline formations.
Climbed stalagmites and ducked under stalactites. Looking, endlessly looking for me.
I was awake.

I was hungry when he found the back of my lair.
Feeling along the wall in the dark, unable to find his way out.
Turning in circles as he tried to find me, the entrance, anything in the abyss he wandered into.
I was hungry.

I was blinded as he found a torch, dropped long ago by a being I no longer remember.
Using it to find his way around, he burned and broke my webs, my ties to this realm.
He cornered me in the crystals, bouncing the light around the cave.
I was blinded.

I was full when the torch slipped from his hand, dropping into a stagnant pool.
Dug my fangs into his body, reveling in his scream as I dragged him into my lair.
Drank his blood and consumed his body.
I was full.