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Spiders

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

I dream of spiders crawling on the bed

As they climb over me to spin their thread

Biting my arms and legs with pin-prick knives

They make up in numbers for their short lives.

My eyes widen with fear but I don’t scream

Hundreds of nights before I’ve had this dream

When I believed the spiders to be real

And so it really isn’t a big deal

They will return tomorrow when I sleep.

I count spiders like some people count sheep.

 
 
 

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