Feinding for the hunt –

you keep leading me to rubbish


these extra legs aren’t broken wings

like you told me


they’re for weaving

perfectly placed destiny –


By design I will dine on a fanciful carcass –

embossed and deflated


and just as your wings are crushed by my silk

so will my life too be snuffed

by a shoe

I proudly don a Black Widow encased in an Amazonite crystal on the handle of an Athame in the middle of my sternum tattoo

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