a spider hung by a thread
from my hair.
i didn't breathe -
watching the sway and flutter of a breeze
i didn't feel.
crawling up
one leg
after
the other
my life passed before my eyes.
not the past, but,
the years to come.
moldy-gray
and alone.
cleaning a staircase while the spider climbs the thread
of my hair.
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