Sonja Broderick - Spider

There he is again.

He stalks me from his castle.
Little peering eyes.
Black mirrors to an underworld.
My eyes as big as oceans
To him.

There he is again.

Bespindled legs to wrap around.
To choke me dead.
He reaches out and scuttled
To a palace in a crevasse
Crack in my wall.

There he is again.

And again.
And again.

As I sleep he’ll absail down,
Tickle my face and flirt with my lashes,
Exploring the mountains and
Valleys of my visage.
Perhaps he’ll enter my aural tunnels
And secure a family there.

There he is again.

I take a cursed brush to him
His home in smithereens
And he is gone.
He will avenge me one night.
He will plant his seeds
To soon plough channels through my mind.

Sonja Broderick

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