in the cracks of my skin, spiders heave deeply and pretend to lay waste. sensing on<\/p>\n
scattered feet, me asleep, they filter through all that kills me. by finding footing on<\/p>\n
roots and sweat, wetting themselves on my anxiety, whistling come now, come to<\/p>\n
this mark, that’s been spot, for nervous fingers to scratch its reach<\/p>\n
to the bone of my body.<\/p>\n
they are raised as protectors of allah’s loves and missions, as for the Prophet in the cave.<\/p>\n
and that’s why\u00a0a tarantula and its cousins have been saved; however, with that many eyes,<\/p>\n
who was there to see the bargain that they made. for spinning a net and playing fantasy,<\/p>\n
i don’t think that they’ve done anything for free.<\/p>\n
so when i awake, i hold my mind. with earplugs to hear the beats of my heart: ba-boom, ba-boom, ba-<\/p>\n
boom,\u00a0boom-boom, and that there are some deaths not held against scales, while others howl in my head.<\/p>\n
but when i caught the many legs of an acquaintance, trying to pass, an uninvited brother, i took him to<\/p>\n
the ground, while the angels looked the other way, and even though He saw, there was no guilt in my<\/p>\n
tears as he shivered and curled under. i cannot carry the\u00a0favors of another, and trust more longer.<\/p>\n
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