III. Cleaning My Earthly Webs.

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 pinchingContinue reading “III. Cleaning My Earthly Webs.”