My hands are long and thin

April 29, 2012
My hands are long and thin
My fingers look awfully like legs And my father always told me they were holy,
Made for a musician.

But I'm an arachnophobe, and I slide as slowly and as lightly as I can away from them as they creep over my cello's neck, poison artists breaking skin of mine. I never imagined I could be so afraid of anything. My hand is slender and slimy, it can crawl faster than I can scream- has it seen me? should I run? And the other, so devilishly smooth, and cunning, pulls my bow over my lips, a shriek escapes my strings and I'm lost.





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