Death Death Death Death Death
Entombed within
encircling strands
Death Death Death Death
The spindle wound
now
count
down
the breaths
In the spider’s web
Just consigned as nutrients
In the spider’s web
Thrashes to ashes
and shit to silk
Another soul
distilled as mother’s milk
Round and round, round she goes
and where she lands
the
end
of
black
In the spider’s web
Just consigned as nutrients
In the spider’s web
Death Death Death Death Death
Come swift from the sting
outbid the acid
Zenzizenzizenzic
terror
raised and
reflected
infinite
In the spider’s web
Just consigned as nutrients
In the spider’s web
In the spider’s web….
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