by: Mimi Sun
i was not in love with arachne - i was stolen by her:
and she was excruciating
the arch of her slender eyebrows
sloped nose
eucalyptus mouth
sticky cobwebs of saliva
taunting eyes
shadowy lashes like spider legs
lithe fingers spinning gossamer
from the breath in my chest
but to the Greeks
terror is simply an Aristolic beauty.
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