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As I sat on my bathroom floor

I watched a spider

crawl up my white wall

its legs

were correct,

and perfect,

and sure, with every step.

and I wondered

what it would feel like on my skin

where it would travel

with those assured long legs-

if I wasn’t so scared

if I wouldn’t flick it off-



And so I let the spider be

I didn’t have the heart to harm

after such a strong connection

after being its friend

then my mother called me

at 11:08

and told me to go to bed

I hung up

and forgot about my friend

and asked my dad

to murder the spider crawling on the white wall.





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