Moonlit Web

        
        weaving milky strands
        how night might be
        lit up let loose going out
        with every possibility glistening
        against a sharp silver edge
        
        gorging on bloated howls
        as round as well fed ticks
        drunk on flesh and fluids and influence
        to the mad gyrations
        of swallowed brilliance
        
        melting like spun sugar
        on her spent breath sucked
        desolate of all fixation
        like sunken eyes in the skull
        cracked beneath her
        
        
        


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