Pants hanging on moist feet,
anchored to the chair.
Desperately seeking something sweet,
to feed the hungry stare.
Trapped by the trance,
they try to escape the webs.
The spider laughing at their dance,
salivating as their meal’s willpower quickly ebbs.
While the basking bird sings outside the window’s screen,
the spider gnaws on their soul.
In the darkness the…
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