III. Cleaning My Earthly Webs.

As prey entangles, in my trapezoidal web, It brings in my dish, Like a shadow, trapped to it’s object, It never left. Liquidate the insides, Like a spider, suckle all its life out. Stick it’s body outside the ground, Like the earth just vomited it off, No flesh, only skeletons and leathery skin, Stink pinching