Evarcha Culicivora Poem by Axley Jade 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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