I feel this free verse poem needs no introduction.
Arachnophobe
I know you are there lurking.
Hideous, ugly, grotesque.
You watch me from dark corners.
Those hairs sensing my moves,
Anticipating my actions.
You bide your time... waiting!
When I am distracted you strike.
The stalker with it’s prey.
Biding your time until you dash.
Rationality abandons me then.
I am drawn to seek you out.
A sick black need to find you,
Before you jump at me.
A paralysing fear grips me,
As you intrude in my sanctuary.
By Helen Stallard
June 10, 2014
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