You glide across your silky precipice,
Enticed by spasms at the edges of your kingdom;
You see nothing,
Just a loose thread caught in the wind.
Suddenly, movement –
You do not sense the vibrations
Beneath your feet,
But from the air above.
A shadow falls across your web as you
Dart across hidden ley lines and filaments.
A lucky escape.
Nothing more than a scratch.
A simple itch.
The itch begins to grow,
Your belly feels swollen,
Your legs lethargic.
You wake in the night with a cold sweat;
Unsure of what tomorrow might bring.
Recently you have begun to feel that
Your body is no longer whole;
That something is missing.
It will pass.
A simple itch.
You wonder if you
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