Three arachnids

 The man had a oversized white t shirt
that stuck to his frame in some parts
In other's it created hollows
Dirty web ran across and down

He never changed that t shirt
He had become paralyzed with his life
He had looked out and seen only burden
He had pressed his soul from his body

The man's pale skin was sickly
chin stubble inconsistant and offensive
Three spiders emerged from holes in the t shirt
The biggest one drifted down on it's thread

No expression met the man's face
Just a mustard stain near his lip
The wind blew and pressed the tshirt to skin
A bitemark and boil became apparent underneath

The other two spiders criss crossed each other
Inside the arachnids was desire to bite savagely
Inside the man was pure indifference
He would have shaken them off

But he wasn't there anymore
Just a few hundred typical reactions
None of which affected the archnids
Or their home inside him