Arachnaphobia by James Corry


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Jet black cables
Crookedly stretch
From a grisley mole
On my bedroom wall.
Fear disables.
Any moment it will reach
For
(eating!)
me.
The old lie: "It's more afraid of you
Than you are of it."
F**k that.
It does not look a bit
(Bite?)
Scared of (ripping!) me.
It's stillness
(ready to pounce!)
comes from something much,
Much, more sinister;
I think the spider knows
Something we don't.
So I suck it up with a vacuum cleaner,
Just in case.