Spiders

Oh dear, oh no.

Don’t say it isn’t so.

I stare up at the ceiling to the tiny dusty space on the white tall drawer.

Oh no,

My eyes meet a set of eight eyes.

Eight legs, eight eyes, one abdomen full of silk.

I shutter, oh god.

“Kill it!” I scream and run away,

Going down the hall up the stairs and back into my room, Hiding in my bed.

Oh how I hate, such an ugly thing.

I screech on sight.

When I see, a

Spider.