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The crawling within

Poetry By: Chrysta
Horror



Something I caught in a net...


Submitted:May 19, 2009    Reads: 129    Comments: 5    Likes: 1   


I feel it coming

And its like a spindly-legged bug,

crawling toward my love.

Down my neck I feel it tickle,

On my breast it rests,

scurrying,hairy little legs,

Past my tummy and so much more.

My little bug,

I caught on the window,

And let it on my finger.

It eats of my essence,

and drowns in my existance,

a spindly-legged bug,

Creeping toward my love.





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