January 13, 2013
At night,
I lay awake in my bed
Staring at the ceiling,
Watching, waiting for the spider to spin its web of
Perfect geometric shapes spun of resplendent silk
And when I shine my flashlight,
It dances around the room,
Like a graceful ballerina.
But once I turn the light off,
I hear the scratches in the wall,
I see the shadows in the corner,
And they smell the darkness.
They smell my fear and lonliness,
As they encroach upon my heart,
I take a deep breath and start to sing.

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