Trespass
For the panic I feel
With each step you take
Thoughts on squashing you
Good karma I'll forsake
It's a Mexican standoff
We neither make a move
As my fear escalates
Your hairy legs I disapprove
Spidey sense triggered
I'm frozen to the spot
No weapons handy
Time stops, I'm distraught
Breaking and entering
You've invaded my space
You had the whole outdoors
Anywhere but my place
Peripheral vision spies
A book that sits to read
Maybe I can save you
Slow motion I recede
It becomes the book of life
Crawl on and remain still
It becomes the book of death
If you scurry I will kill
You've jumped and ran away
OMG! What to do
I'll never sleep again
If I can't find you
I'm not sure what it is about spiders that bothers me so? Perhaps it's the scar on my right shoulder from a bite that ate away at me? Then again it could be the blood poisoning that ran from my knee to the top inside of my leg, the pain, terrible shot, and subsequent week of elevated leg from a different bite...
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Five Year Poem Plan - Part 1
PoetryI am going to attempt to write a poem a week for five years! It is a personal resolution that I am making public in order to hold myself accountable.
