A poem from a Nightmare

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I saw a spider last night
large and black and shiny
barely catching the red on her belly

running across the street
zig zagging around traffic
leaping in the air high above my head

 I've been in her company many times before
she walks over my belly
closer to my face

eight eyes looking into my inefficient two
her superiority apparent to us both
it is something important she wants to say

 I scream
I wake up
I sit up
I push her off of my chest
     closer to my face
I cry
I lay there
     in the dark, my skin, like I'd just walked through a dew wet web

awake
She was still in the room with me
eight eyes

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