Spiders. Thousands of spiders with thousands of legs under every part of my skin from under my eyelids to under the skin of the bottom of my feet. Clawing at me. Trying to break free. Clawing and ripping with no hope of freedom, just the natural will to try and not give up. I tried to help them. I dropped the needle and started scratching back, trying to match their strength but they didn’t break free. Red fell but they still could not escape, could not be freed from my body. Then as though a bag had been put over each spider’s head the incessant and powerful clawing turned into pounding. A last resort to escape. They pounded and tried to break free and I continued to claw hoping that they would find the exits I had made for them. I felt no pain. I was too drugged up for pain to even exist. And in the background Aqualung was singing,
And everything shatters /
Everything's falling apart /
I'm hanging in tatters /
Barely a beat in my heart /
And nothing else matters/
No.
It was me helping the spiders. I had to help them seeing as it was my body that trapped them. I scratched and clawed and bit but one my one the pounding began to fade away. Suffocation killing each spider until their fight seemed useless. They had to give up and accept their fate. But I screamed Don’t Give Up! And continued to claw until I could only feel one spider pounding over my heart. I ripped my shirt to shreds and picked up the needle. I have to save it, I thought. At least one spider. I stabbed a circle around where its cries were swallowed by skin and ripped and pulled red piece after red chunk out of the way. The pounding continued and I continued to dig until my body wouldn’t let me anymore. I toppled to the ground facing the mess I made and as my heart made its last beat I smiled seeing a spider covered in red traveling across my face.
