On the other side of the glass, an orb spider spins nightmares
Traps
Webs
Dreams
Suspended in black air on invisible threads
A beige, bloated body quivering on silk
Lit from my lamp
I lie in bed, not watching
Waiting until it disappears above the window frame
Before I reach to turn out the light
YOU ARE READING
bedtime habits
RandomThis was meant to be a single poem. But there seems to be more coming.
