New blood
Rich, simple, adequate.
Virgin sensibilities
Concocted and reversed.
The ambivalent strategies of the damned.
The signpost is up ahead.
Relax, spring is here.
Over yonder the twisted silence remains
The sad, eerie call of the spider.
Her web, a spiral, a vortex.
Judge, jury, executioner.
Willow spoke and praised the mountains
Virgins become shriveled widows.
Prey unannounced, salt on wounds.
She saw the sunrise.
And spun a last goodbye.
The widow peaked.
Can't go higher than heaven.
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