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Caught in the web of the spider
victims tied up in the weaving.
Strung by the heads of their bodies,
it waits for the night to unfold.
Even the threads of the spider
will shrink in the light of the day.
Slicing the strings of the plotter,
the lurker slips under its hold.
Bite to the head killed the spider.
Teeth from behind went in, sinking.
If prey were all it was after,
then it did remember the fold.
They all will remember the fold.
We all will remember the fold.
About the Creator
Victor Eaves
Creative Writing hobbyist. Been writing all my life, but never professionally. Hoping to change that.
Favorite genres include action/fantasy, anime/manga, horror/creepypasta.
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