There's a Spider Crawling...
A spider is crawling up my throat
Or so it feels…
He is weaving his threads tight
And capturing every bug in sight
Or so it feels…
His web is silken, but feels like plastic bags
His legs are little pokes that feel like dusted rags
This spider is taking my breath,
Time is ticking away,
I don’t know how long he’s lived there
Maybe he’ll grow too big and fly away