(Remember The Rats and the Oysters? This is what happened next...) And then the spiders came for us. We gave them our eye lashes and they wove them into their webs, into the words of their world. We wondered what they would look like and they stole our eyes for it. We gave then the cilia of our guts, but they wanted more. They wanted the fat flagellum of all our faked identities. We gave them the threads of our thoughts and they traced the fine treacheries of our limitations with them. They felt the quivering of every one of our nerves. Our neurons became their prey exactly where they came to rest, sticking in the silk of their silences. They spread their legs to embrace the all of us, especially those parts we did not want embraced, They defiled our own embarrassments and defied the lodgings of our throats. They sucked the sins from our insides and spun them into empty gags and blindfolds so that we might not witness the uselessness of our own suffering. They machined our sadness, honed it to a poetically correct awareness of the watery silks of our existence. Our will withers on the spine and the spine’s tinctures strangle our limbs in their time.