new poem, hour nine

poem about a spider–not rhyming

So, once you say that, all I can hear in my head is eesny weensy spider–its on a loop.

But here is my offering on this to me, most awful topic.

 

Spider

Eight legs of fear

not only for a fly

poison for me, body and soul

 

 

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