You’re not scared of spiderwebs are you?
Cries of help are unheard inside.
It’s not as sticky as they show in movies.
It’s not as choking too.
Just a slow gulp into the threads.
The eight legs hug you in comfort.
You don’t feel the victim, you don’t feel the prey.
Until the stabbing and the bites.
Hey, real quick
Take a seat on my couch while I pour us a drink.
Don’t mind the silk, it doesn’t stick.











