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Spiders

She didn't know where they came from
Spiders
From the ceiling?
From the windows?
From her mouth?
Coming up her throat from her stomach?
She only saw them
Would they kill her?
Would they not?
She found,
As they danced along her skin,
She didn't care.
"Kill me,"
She said
There was no response
So
She sat,
Silently,
Until all the spiders withdrew,
Back into the space behind her teeth
Beneath her tongue
On the walls of her throat
Then,
She felt purpose
In the crawling of spiders around her mouth

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