I spun latticework webs of molten silver. My crystal thorax thrummed with satisfaction every time I snared my jeweled butterfly.
An endless cascade of sound motes drifted through my strands. They sounded of pleasant nostalgia and inspiration. Tinkling and chiming in a key that would make me smile if my arachnid physiology would allow it.
I turned back to my most prized catch. The little winged peridot shivered as I lowered myself to her.
But not in fear.
Her anticipation shook my entire brittle construct. We used to play the game of predator and prey, you see.
Once long ago when the clouds still sang of the yet-unknown. Before the arrival of the twin thunderheads of shame and blame.
Back then we were partners, she and I. Mismatched but strangely complimentary. Catching an infinity of gems with alternating expressions. Cherishing the memory of every precious stone. Working together to achieve victory; hard fought and sorely won against the greatest of enemies.
The ones so easily forgotten and cocooned.
Even as we drank deeply of one another. An insect and arachnid ouroboros. Drunk to the lungs on each others' poison. Brighter together than even the sum total of our hoard of diamonds and dust.
11:58 p.m. - 2014-06-24
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