Date: Nov 25th, 2007 7:37:02 am - Subscribe
Began with whisper soft spider steps
dancing in my throat.
Grew to scraping spider slides,
same dance floor.
Before long, the feeling of weeping
arachnids filled my nose.
Bless you, bless you, bless you ...
a tarantula is lodged
in my chest ... cramped ...
and the unsettled bewilderment ...
How am I to preach today?
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