Webbing arthropod
Scuttle down for me
Rotten eating caught in your fangs
Raining heavy, heavy onto me
Scuttle down, webbed one,
For me
Legged many, aranea, glider
Folks don't let you see higher
Eating words of a time gone dead,
Webbing scuttle, you'll be got by the sniper
Bloody walls, of a webbing weak
Scuttle down for me
Swallowing hungry words from hungry folks
A time gone dead, webbing the wiser
Legged many, à plusieurs pattes
Aranea scriptor, Spider Writer
About the Creator
Essie
Brambling, atypical logorrhoea that really materialise in the form of hatching worms. Or stars.
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Warm blessings
Bless those kind souls who Still take the time to comment Truly, it warms hearts. ''''''''''' Hoping the new year will usher in changes. Many of your comments take a while to become visible below my stories, so I am way behind on answering. But I try my best to read a story or two of the kind commentor - when I see the notification, as best I can.
By Novel Allen7 days ago in Poets
Where's the Glory?
In breaking news, rehabilitated Republican Senator Johnnie Johnson (Pronouns: HE, HIM, HIS) called a press conference from the Men’s room of the New Orleans Louis Armstrong International Airport, Concourse B, across from the Ignatius Reilly’s Lucky Dog stand. The Senator had just returned from a sexual reorientation rehabilitation program in Memphis, TN after being publically disgraced at a Buckee’s Truckstop restroom soliciting sex from an undercover cop three months ago. He is a founding member of the Reformed Christians for Christ, a conservative, pro-family and ex-gay advocacy group. In the spirit of being reborn, Senator Johnson invited reporters to marvel at his plans for a major remodeling of airport bathrooms.
By Cathy Schieffelin5 days ago in Humor
Comments (1)
Nice work