Creature#2

She sucked out the last precious drops of nourishment. Her life was reduced to this moment, she was a container crammed with protein. Afterwards she rested in a quiet corner of the room and drew her legs up underneath her chest, curling in on herself, foetal once more. Her days of hunting were over; the waiting was finished. Her lifetime’s work of weaving delicate threads, of creating beauty in the dawn air, was forgotten. What remained was the bloated bag of her body and a white sack that was already beginning to stir with hungry mouths seeking out their mother.