H. The Spider On My Neck Poem by ... ...

I’m feeling a spider
It creeps up my arm
I freeze and I wait
Expecting the bite

The spider stays
Right on my neck
I keep my eyes closed
I think of the rose

My fist squeezes tightly
I know of my blood
It drops on the floor
I don't care anymore

There is this thing
On my neck.

My mouth repeats
A meaningless song
Though my ears do not hear
The world is not there

I stay in noisy silence
Seeing a candle burning under water
And a feather drifting; drown

Oh spider, just bite me
Make an end to this game