Orbs And Funnels And….

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Speaking of cobwebs we were
just sitting upright
gulping venom
from her breast
choking on slivers of
her silk line
rocked by her black belly
slow burn

when she would spin, spin, spin

wrapping our full-bodies in shame
trapping us as prey
feeding off our guilt

until we bled out
still
empty
alone