distress
there was no other word for it
other words left him the emptiness
the
chic uniformed spaces between the construction between the barebones and superstructure of her web
often
knitted or fused glommed-on by the still
wrapped brittle exoskeletons of her victims
she served him distress icecold
his suicidal daddylonglegs who twice he saved
she turned into a cannibal
crumpled remains hung singularly
here and there grisly trophies
he witnessed her beat out a violent
throb on her web
sending forth vibrations which
attracted the smaller males who scampered up the wall to tentatively answer her
peals
a kind of courtship ensued a dance
but when she circled behind him
she sensually brushed his hind legs with her
foremost
stroking
him slavishly
exciting him
paralyzing
him
in an amused and musing
erotic anxiousness
his
male hormones salted away packed tight
his
afflicted senses dulled
ABRUPTLYshe launched herself onto
his back one foot stomping his cephalothorax just behind
his eyes blinding him
then bites him through his thin shell puncturing
his brain short-circuiting him
his legs spasm
his
pairs uncoordinated dancers palsied
an umbrella turned on its head
its
spokes normally unified
collapsing
separately twisting impeded shaking
the umbrella shudders
then leaping aside she flinches
her eight eyes trying to avoid being poked or jabbed by his flailing joints
she tosses in a couple of loose
lassoes of silk and cinches them restraining him though not necessarily to bind
him
his spasms are too violent
primordial Life fights hardest
it has no sense of hopelessness
or death
it fires on whatever cylinders
remain
it pumps hydraulics into severed
hoses
Uuntil the whole heap
collapses
and
the last drool and jewel of Life is spent
and now
he hangs
still
she returns to satiate herself
hes responsible for that for everything she does now
because
he saved her once
then
again
he wondered if cannibals were
ever suicidal
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