• Vol. 04
  • Chapter 01
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Silk and Leather

She left them, slender silk fingers
Spider-crawling across marble night
Icy frost forming beneath their touch
Much as the chill of her eyes
Froze me, her latest prize
Another picture at her exhibition

And you

Already she has caught your eye
You the fly, unable to flee
From her leather-clad limbs
Reeling you into her web
Skin turned blue
Become a new installation
For others to view