perched over my ear
the spider
gently whispers
sweet nothings
.
its hairy legs
begin a slow dance
tickling the base
of the neck
.
the web moves
slowly back and forth
swinging me softly
to sweet surrender
.
mind shuts down
the body opens
the soul stirs
sprouting more spiders
.
from every crack
every corner and nook
deep inside
the safe darkness
.
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