a.b.d.
Oct 1, 2024

Spiders

Spiders

Long legged spiders

Crawling along my bones

Tickling their edges

Until my heart races

Breath catching and heaving

Fingers always tap

Tap

Tapping

Like their spindly legs

Up and down my spine

Searching for something

Anything

To explain why

I can’t feel safety

Why adrenaline rushes

And fear leaves two holed bites

In the muscles of my back

a.b.d.

I’m a published poetry author with a desire to bring the world into focus using words