Arachnophobia
of an odd sort,
chewing my cheeks,
sucking my sullen veins.
Arachnophobia
in an unknown form:
the fear of fearing a spider.
Fear everywhere,
lurking behind each corner,
lingering in this mind's
darkest alleys.
Feed spider to your cat
before his vicious attack,
before he sucks your soul
out of your grasp.
Frighten me more
than this basement spider,
teach me what's real
and what appears my ideal.
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