"The Arachnid's Web"

Arachnid's web fraying at the center,
Freeing needles, unwinding threads,
Pricking through the wrinkled fabric, 
Wrinkle through time.

Pushing back the tear, pressing down the past.



Droplets fall,
Silky strength is indigent,
Doubting her release, 
She's entangled in its throes.


Pushing back the tear, pressing down the past.


Arachnid's web fraying from within,
Fleeing thoughts scrape the bonds,
Pricking through the wrinkled fabric,
Wrinkle through time.


They wrinkle through time,
The arachnid applauds its simple life.






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