Arachnophobia
Dear… spiders.
I know I see with more than two eyes
I know I move so fast
It may appear I have 8 arms and legs.
I know I creep quietly through the night
Through these halls,
Through my life.
But I am not like you, I am no spider.
I may appear so similar,
Until the clutter trips me.
And you approach,
Find me tangled in threads of silk so thin,
But they won’t break.
What wicked webs I have woven,
Metaphorically wrapping around my neck-
Literally-wrapping around my neck.
Strangling
Restraining
Emotionally draining me
How funny I must look!
A spider, clumsily fumbling…
Where it’s food is meant to stumble…
Panicking,
Twist
ing,
Hopelessly
Tightening…
Maybe you offer advice,
Maybe you’ve come to mock,
Maybe you’ve just come to see what others do not,
You see me struggling, fighting for my life,
You see the thread I’m hanging by-
The one holding me together- wearing thin.
BUT…
I do not see you, little spider.
I am merely trying to take a shower, make my breakfast, sit for a moment.
I do not see you at all.
I wonder,
I w- OH MY F*CKING G*D WAS THAT A F*CKING SPIDER?? KILL IT!! JEEZ OH MY LORD F*CKING KILL IT! IS IT ON ME STILL? WHAT?! WH…WHO GIVES A F*CK ABOUT THE LETTER I WAS WRITING- F*CKING KILL IT! GET IT OFF!
OH MY GOD,
GET IT OFF ME! WHERE IS IT? WHERE…? I’M F*CKING CALM-JUST GET IT OFF! PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE,
OH MY GOD…. PLEASE… OH…
WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS H…
PLEASE, OH MY GOD…
Yeah, just…
JUST GET IT OFF ME.
Please, I just…
I’m sorry, I’m just scared of spi…
sp..sp..
Spiders.
Are you sure?
Are you sure?
Are you sure…?
It’s not on me still? It’s gone? But did you look really close? Will you just check…
can you…are you s…
Sorry.
You’re sure…?
I’m sorry. Thank you. I’m so sorry.
Thank you…
Anyway, I… I’m sorry.
I um…
I wonder
I wonder what you um…where you are and um…
Where was I?
Stuck in a web of lies,
Tangled in webs,
Feeling like the prey is the spider or…
No, no, no.
No…No. Um…
No.
Well.
I’ll just have to do this another time.
Or I can finish it now but…
I’ll have to think of something different ‘cause
I’ve lost my train of thought.
Yes! That’s it…
I’ll just have to talk to themabout it anothertime I’m sure spiders are quite busy I meanthey have such a longway to walk beingsosmall andall I don’tevenknow howlong it takestomake a web butprobably a while and I know they’re moreafraidofme than I am ofthem I knowthatofcourse I knowI’m so muchbiggerand faster Ishouldn’tbe soupset if theyoccupy sucha tinycorner I don’teven go overthere mostofthetime they’re notbothering anyone overthere they just survive off flies I don’tevenlike flies they’re gross and I just smashthem anyways so whoamI tosay theycantbethere I don’tevenpayrent so I don’treally haveanysay overwhat orwho canorcan’tcomein plus itssocoldoutside so whatever it’s reallynotabigdeal thatthey’rearounandstuff I’lljust try to avoid…
Avoid…them.
Wherever they are.
Anyway… I do enjoy our little chats,
Dear spider.
Friend.
But I must be off
I have a thing, you know
A web.
A web to weave.

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