The Web

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Spun in silk*
mind encased
with webs*
hands stick
and thrash
attempting
to break free*
the Brown
Recluse in a
dark corner
perched with
prey at bay*
absent a care*
eight legged
beast*sharp
fangs*I wait
for the deadly
non-aggressor*
this spider’s
web with
spinnerets
cocked*ready
to release
silence of
the silkiest*
incendiary trap
of traps*dulcet
dreams of
an escape
or simply a
consumption
swift*
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Felicia Lujan
5.17.2012

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