Spider

Spider Web

pretty penny sherbet
lime-eyed and locked in orange
how they laughed as all the porridge
pushed out windows
knocked in doors.
though some begged to get in
while the others wished for out
there you were, sweet nosebleed ghost
unwelcomed host without.
so faeries made their mushroom rings
where you danced in naked plight
those points like sweet, creamed coffee
that patch of curled, red light.
all these years the pot was emptied
but the honey bubbled still . . .
when you asked to never hunger
you were eaten by your will.

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