[my] little spider friend
perched up high
on a throne
sewn in
hand-woven
silk strands
intricately planned
so geometrically genius
fiendish
sense of survival
instinct.instilled..inside...
while i
wrap myself
in an early grave
of nicotine-stained
midnight lungs blackened
with turkish blends,
you send
breakfast, lunch, and dinner
to hell in a hand basket
of tombs hand-crafted
fashioned fabric
form-fitted cocoons.

i presume,
we're in the same business
          after all,
[my] little spider friend

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