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298 · May 2016
Thoughts
Diana Horvath May 2016
Spider Spider
on my wall
how i wonder when you’ll fall

keep on crawling up my spine
etching out
a line divine

the art of war,
you know too well
and each small tread
breaks down my shell

Spider Spider
in my ear
i know you’re here
i know you’re here

Spider Spider
in my brain
your words
they make me go insane

i’ll tweeze you out
and leave you dry
cut off your legs
and blind your eyes

i’ll pinch your nose
and get the broom
cause no more spiders
in my room.

— The End —