No Rain
No spider ever died with limbs spread wide. It curls up so small. All the webs and silk and string, spun alone and empty. Does the spider wish to be, Another thing? A bumblebee? Surrounded…
No spider ever died with limbs spread wide. It curls up so small. All the webs and silk and string, spun alone and empty. Does the spider wish to be, Another thing? A bumblebee? Surrounded…