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“That cut is bleeding everywhere, you could die.” says the old spider in the corner.

“I have already,” as the water rushes over the wound, spinning pinwheel patterns race for the drain.

“Is that all you have left?” She shifts to get a better view.

“The cost is high, I know. Time is a bloodbath, see?” looking into the heart of the cut.

She drops down on a thread of silk, “The smell of death flowing from life seduces even the strongest.”

“Would you like a taste, spider?”

“I’ve been feeding on you for ages… 
Recall my bite upon your decay?” 
Swinging from side to side, she spirals round and down.

“I see you now, approaching the ruby river. The past is gone from me like that blood down the drain. Spider, spin me a tale; how did I live as you have seen from the corners above me?”

“As you are now, bloody and bleeding!” Spinning pinwheel of silver circling down the round.