ARACHNOPHOBIA

when the nightmare becomes reality.

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I woke beneath the blackest night

my heart still filled with fear and fright.

For in my dream I tried to flee

from thousand spiders chasing me.

They crawled behind, they crawled ahead

around my feet, beneath my bed

their little legs, so fast and thin

crept slowly underneath my skin.

I ran through halls that had no end

through rotting rooms that twisted, bent

while all around, from wall to wall

the spiders answered to my call.

I screamed and fell upon the floor

then woke beside my bedroom door.

The room was dark. The house was still.

The air itself had turned to chill.

I closed my eyes. I tried to breathe.

I pulled the blanket to my teeth.

“It was no more than just a dream”

I whispered weakly in the dim.

Then from the walls I heard a sound.

A scratching noise beneath the ground.

A thousand little tapping feet

like tiny drums beneath the sheet.

The noise grew louder by my bed

something moved beside my head.

The wallpaper began to shake

I thought my mind was going to break.

Then from the cracks they started pouring

tiny spiders by the scoring

black little bodies, small and vile

crawling farther mile by mile.

Across the ceiling, down the door

A living wave across the floor

inside my sheets, across my skin

I felt their legs all crawling in.

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