AraneaDewy, and responsive only
to the weight of its master.
Hovering, sliding, shivering.
A pause.... an exhale
A vibrant maze of burning thread;
tougher than the beast herself
Shelters the quiet one
perched in the abdomen of her lair
Though nervous,
the prey waits steadily, unwavering,
until the end
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The dream was always running ahead of me. To catch up, to live for a moment in unison with it, that was the miracle. (Anais Nin)
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