el alacran y la araña

where’s the guillotine
to cut this tail off?
what happens when she finds out
the venom is coursing through my remains?
these eight legs should propel me
towards some sort of lift off.
failure to raunch, on her part.
it’s not myself that i’m attempting to rescue.
be it so,
she might as well insert my stinger in her
as she feasts on my brains.
we shall wither away on the web of lies,
all the same.

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