The rays of the street lamp streaked through the gap in the dusty, worn curtains and highlighted a corner of her ceiling. Eames lay on her back, enthralled, watching the nocturnal predatory ritual of the common house spider as it busily spun webbing from one point to another, entrapping, wrapping, and securing it's prey--an exhausted yellow jacket that had obviously veered off course sometime during the day.
As she watched the spider paused, seemed to reflect on it's activities, then approach the insect near it's middle. With minute, delicate movements it began to eat. The yellow jacket struggled feebly in vain as the spider feasted. Then, bringing it's victim near the point of death, it stopped and began to spin again--securing, safegarding it's prize for another time. Eames knew this tactic well. A little now, a little later--slowly eating away at the body to meet the need.
She turned to her partner/lover slumbering beside her in the bed--their third coupling as satisfying as the first. A little now, a little later, she thought--slowly eating away at his soul to meet her need.
As she watched the spider paused, seemed to reflect on it's activities, then approach the insect near it's middle. With minute, delicate movements it began to eat. The yellow jacket struggled feebly in vain as the spider feasted. Then, bringing it's victim near the point of death, it stopped and began to spin again--securing, safegarding it's prize for another time. Eames knew this tactic well. A little now, a little later--slowly eating away at the body to meet the need.
She turned to her partner/lover slumbering beside her in the bed--their third coupling as satisfying as the first. A little now, a little later, she thought--slowly eating away at his soul to meet her need.
