black beneath
acrid odor
I lay my lines
suspended in air
feeling for forces
struggling vibrations in my organizations
frantic random limb movements to freedom or
I dash near what I hear
I can not see
winding legs wrap them up
a step back to reel them in
a quick sharp needle in the body for sedation
it's predation
suck out what I need of their life juices
drag their dry carcass down into my lair
redraw the snares
crawl to the center of my world
red hour glass upon my belly
I wait