Crawling spiders - Edited

By silentninja

My skin is crawling
I tear out huge chunks of hair
'Get them off me, get them off me'
I feel one, two, three

Hundred

Thousand

I scratch at them,
But nothing,
until at night.
I see them in my sleep.

One million,

Two billion,

Three Trillion;

Little black monsters,
entwining me in; in their own monstrous ways;
I now not only bleed,
I flow rivers of blood.

Then I awake,
I sit up,
and I see.

One, two, three
Belongings on top of me

A scruffy old book,

A very wet towel,

A Dirty, smelly blanket

"Get them off me, Get them off me"

A spider approaches...

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Published on Tuesday, August 17, 2010. Filed under: "Poetry"

Comments on "Crawling spiders - Edited"

On Thursday, June 30, 2011, Ladyhawke (392) wrote:

Paranioa of sleeping, dreaming. Thanks for an interesting read:)
A former member wrote: god this makes me even more freaked out by spiders
A former member wrote: but thanks for sharing
A former member wrote: Damn spiders and their endless whisperings of dark secrets.......