Decoy

I folded inwards like a dead spider:
All of my limbs ruched together
Into a puzzle, incomprehensible,
Sliding legs into a knot.
Knitted, intricate webs.
You receive no warning.
One bright, orange afternoon I am here
fantastic in clothes and smiles.
From the ground I am electrified.
I am the death of a genuine person.

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