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Spider Song Chaser

Fruit punch lips; touch my throat with your fingertips.

Drink me in.

Do you find me threatening?

Threading myself through dim lit dungeons

Chaining all your inhibitions to the stone masonry.

I’m a dirty nursery rhyme,

A well place line

In a consecrated web of architectural lies.

Arachnid feelers reach,

Feed on lust,

Draining the bars of their male compatriots.

Just a swill of smoky nectar

Let them suckle and retreat

Into the asphalt they will dissolve and become our street.

On the sweaty southern nights we’ll meet,

And lick amaretto from my teeth.

I am a chaser to the poison that you drink.

Don’t I swallow oh so sweet?

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About deadendemily

Emily lives in Austin, TX. She has a minor in chaos and a major in spray paint. She likes Vincent Price and ABBA. She enjoys being covered in fake blood and writing horror stories. Most of the time she just hopes that her cat is not plotting to murder her, her cat being a minion of Satan and all. They would never suspect the cat.

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