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the eight legs of desire
she has spiders in her hair
her eyebrows are long
black spider legs
her face is a web of wrinkles
her mouth is a web
that has snared a cigarette
her hands are white spiders
hidden in the funnels of her dress
red spiders and blue spiders
are tattooed on her legs
they make webs when she walks
she keeps a nest of spiders between her legs
feeds them fingers and teeth
her eyes are spiders
lurking at the corners of her face
waiting for someone to fall in
a thread of cigarette smoke
slinks from her mouth
spins a web in the air
portrait of a woman in blue
her feet are depressed
they sulk in her shoes
her eyebrows won't get out of bed
and her earlobes
have lost their appetite
in the blue of night
she wakes to the weeping
of her body
but no longer offers comfort
no longer offers herself
a shoulder to lean on
one by one
the pieces of her body
are giving up
even her shadow
contemplates suicide
and her footprints are running away
from home
the door to her mind is sealed shut
she hides behind
digging a grave
with her thoughts
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