Poem I wrote 1

Wrote this one a while back.

There are spiders in my skin.

They poke their legs through my face

They think we are akin

It isn't true

I look in the minor as they start their race

My face fills with horror and turns blue.

There are spiders in my skin

They tease me, show their legs everywhere

Their legs push through my skin like pins

They laugh and mimic hair

A new one here, a new one there

I’m becoming worse from wear

There are spiders in my skin

I take the razor and cut at their legs

They pull back, as if a cross to sin

I look in the minor, not happy but spider free

They're gone but I know they're laid eggs

I sit and wait for another spider to see.