A Sip (or was it a bottle?) of Wine
A spider lurched over
my tongue to my cheek
and started a web.
She crawled the ribs
of my mouth
and planted her strand of silk
on the opposite side.
She wove her net throughout,
stole sweet, and puckered my mouth.
She caught a fly.
I swallowed both,
she and her meal.
Her web remains.
Her venom’s in my blood today.
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