Breathing in your second-hand smoke
watching.
Feeling your flame on my exoskeleton
waiting.
Listening to the ashes in your mouth
escaping.
Inflating my lungs with your truths and your lies
infiltrating.
Using what I know to make your skin crawl;
A dear spider
In your garden I haunt you like a ghost
knowing.
Watching
Waiting
Infiltrating
Escaping
Knowing
Wha­t I know now.
Dear Spider.