Spiders (Day 9)

(I’ve been ignoring most of the NaPoWriMo prompts this year.)

little boys
dismember spiders
and are punished
but if anything should
be tortured to death
it’s an arachnid

eight legs scamper
across your hand
tickling you, feeling
like a twitchy nerve

a brown recluse
lays its eggs
under your skin
when it bites

babies hatching
clawing their way out
eating your flesh
from the inside

sit still
close your eyes
can you feel them?
running up your sleeve
looking for a warm, moist spot
your armpit
your ear
to start a family
to start a colony

when you reach
behind a bookcase
and your fingers
brush the web-encased
remains of dead flies
do you shudder?
does your arm jerk back

mine does


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Bringing you stark existentialism since 1981.
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