A poem from a Nightmare
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, m y skin, like I'd just walked through a dew wet web awake She was still in the room with me eight eyes