Weaving a web—yet fragile,
entrapment unseen, a delight.

Mystic dots connect the void,
a shadowed feminine archetype.

So, dark, entangled in
instincts and desire, it walks
through living illusions,
performing the ritual.

A silk gift of flies,
a vibrating dance, the abdomen’s pulse
but what she truly wants?
It's you!
The beloved offering!

The black widow presence,
a thirst that devours itself.
No web remains to protect
only the surreal subconscious,
the stuckness of web-death.

Fatal union: to consume—or be consumed.