The spider blocks the way
out of the shower,
holding the curtains corner with
Seven of eight,
with the last we waves me out,
“you may pass,
none of us mean harm here.”
24 Poems ~ 24 Hours
The spider blocks the way
out of the shower,
holding the curtains corner with
Seven of eight,
with the last we waves me out,
“you may pass,
none of us mean harm here.”