Poem -
LEGS 8
These spiders are climbing
Walking the corners, S L O W
Waiting with hair on LEGS 8
This spine alert
CHILL InG
Eyes looking
H Y P E R V I G I L A N T
All over my face
In these nostrils
Mouth full of spiders
All the years of guilt
Fear, anxiety of the past
Spiders taking over the space
Spiders taking over the space
Spiders all over the floor
Spiders all over the floor
Spiders taking over the space
Spiders taking over the space
Spiders all over the floor
Spiders all over the floor
I
Who
Died
From
A
Spider
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Comments
Aren't they the scariest thing you ever seen
and we who live with anxiety, in
anxiety are at their beck & call;
I could extend the poem to
politics and crime; this is an age of
anxiety; of nuclear proportions in
every sense. Thank you Cherie.
Best wishes Jai:)