The amount
of times
that I
tried
to spin my
web
around
your face
and you would
raise
your arms
and yell:
'don't suck my blood!!'
or
'I fear the end!!'
and I would
laugh,
for little did you
know
about death.
When you found
me
slumped
against the prison
wall,
you ran
screaming
like some panicked
rabbit
across the hot fields
of
Mexico.
I watched you
sprint
in and out
round and 'tween
the cactus plants.
Then you fell
and were slumped
against a goats skull
-now you understand.
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