Evarcha Culicivora Poem by Axley Blaze

There's no arachnophobia here.
I hear the pit-pat
Echoes of soft noises
Indicate the silky bombsite is being constructed
'Pit-pat, '—as the mouth foams
Those soft, elegant,
But deadly steps.
Gorgeous, striking patterns!
Only one, only his baby gets the end-prize
Center spotlight.
So delectable
Wrapped and squeezed
In layers of stunning silky foot-spit
Extracted and ejected from
Some other planet's God
The ribbons tied around his prize.
She so carefully spun inside.
Tucked in for a long dreamy rest
Caged inside that danger zone
That web of beautiful destruction
Chaos in patterns.
She didn't adhere to the warnings.
She refused to yield or stop.
And the one
With all that power and magic?

He earned his meal this time.

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