moth's webbed site

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BLOOD

stains my chin; yours
And hers and theirs
And even my own
And it all stains my
Hands too.

I am made up of a dozen
Dozen other people's
Spent time and effort, their
Little quirks of speech,
Hobbies and habits, and
Of course their meat, all
Deep within my deeply
Distended belly.


written: 12/5/23