Even the smallest of spiders
provoke everything I fear of
How I approach to end its life
is carefully planned
for it may change its course
and escape my grasp
Most of the time though,
I let it be
It won't harm me if I
will not strike first
But I'm sorry if I, by instinct,
do anything to kill
Instead of watching it crawl on my skin,
I may as well smack it with my palm
Hopefully it would jump and
get away from me
Like the open window behind me
Exit through there,
Our fears of every moment will disappear
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Such a Poet
PoesiaA look in to a poet's journal as words emerge from the tip of her ballpen. Contents: pandemic works Completed: December 22, 2022 -̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷-̷ A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲k̲i̲n̲g̲?̲ ̲A̲r̲e̲ ̲y̲o̲u̲ ̲s̲t̲i̲l̲l̲ ̲w̲o̲r̲...
