Spiders

Jan 25

I dream of spiders crawling on the bed,

As they climb over me, spinning their thread,

Biting my arms and legs with pin-prick knives,

They make up in numbers for their short lives.

My eyes widen with fear, but I won’t scream,

Hundreds of nights before, I’ve had this dream,

When I believed the spiders to be real.

But now, it really isn’t a big deal.

They will return tomorrow as I sleep,

I count spiders like some people count sheep.

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