I felt a spider in my bones
Tickling, teasing, moving out
I clenched & cracked
And swore my soul
Wouldn't beat it back
You see,
I'm rotten to the filmy core
And I can't fake it anymore
Even though I grind
And grate
And savor my sweet hate--
Won't you take me
Shake me, break me--
And let the poor spider out!
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