I weave and you watch My web a constellation Your watching an acceptance Wanting to be caught Waiting to be devoured
You thought it into existence It was graphite, Not synapse Till it ripped itself From the paper Leg By Leg Eight Legs Skitter Towards the hand that made them
Hanging over your head Eight legs, twitching Sharp chelicerae Snap shut Fangs drip with venom Hunger gets Closer
Fangs and diamonds Silhouetted against A gray sky Waiting always Waiting
She spun her web Across the moon Hourglass and eight How long will her descent Take? Can she stand the emptiness Of space?
We called her Spider Gut The girl Toothless, she opened Her dark mouth Wide Legs probing inside Entering Down Living in her belly
Though the man Loved her She knew He could Never be with her He was too delicious Not to eat
Water dripped off long Legs Drip drip drip I heard each drop And the sound of jaws Clacking together As she descended
See my pretty Round and fat Pretty sees you back