Thrashing, cackling mandibles tearing gateways under four pairs of bloodied eyes : surrender to enter. Spindled silk caressing the oblique of the abdomen, tender and swift and sealed tight. Emerge to exit so the sun dries up the jet wet eyes to shriveled raisin husks which drift to the patio floor like those miserable leaves of autumn. This all, an ode to last night.
Eight whims beckoning you to companionship, hairy and writhing. This insistence is sacrosanct and you, eyeless, are fresh out of questions anyhow. Curl up in shuddering familiarity. This all, wrapped up in arachnid bow, the bed you laid for yourself.
Inchoate 