III. Cleaning My Earthly Webs.

Qwufua Environment pictures.

As prey entangles, in my trapezoidal web,

It brings in my dish,

Like a shadow, trapped to it’s object,

It never left.

Liquidate the insides,

Like a spider, suckle all its life out.

Stick it’s body outside the ground,

Like the earth just vomited it off,

No flesh, only skeletons and leathery skin,

Stink pinching so hard,

Could leave a blister.

Like a Nocturnal worm gone durinal,

It’s body will burn to Ashes,

As the sun Asher’s in,

Shield me from light;

As I clean eat, their in graved bodies.

Forever.

Published by Dr. Qwufua Broomstick.

Writer,Researcher,Artist, love diversity, Conjurer.

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