The Web

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
The words and deeds of a sinister collector.

Submitted: March 23, 2016

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Submitted: March 23, 2016




Hey, girl! Come here, come, please

— but without shoes.

Come and see my web, my precious web:

I’ve made it for you.

I’ve been waiting all my life for you:

all these years, so many days, all day long!

Come to my tower.

Yes, I know you — my beloved one!

Let me wash your naked feet. Yes.

Let me underess you. Yes.

Let me fill your naked skin. Yes.

Let me enter your body.

Let me — gently.

Let me tie up your body,

let me calm you down. Yes.

Let me be inside you. Yes. Yes. Yes.

Let me put you to sleep. Yes.

You’re now in my tower.

You’re now in my web.

So quiet you are now!

But not for long: the worms, you know,

they take care of bodies as stiff as stones.

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