A spider on the storage building door!

Faint smell of paint and turpentine,

I brush my shoe across and miss,

And in a flash, I sense,

I almost killed myself.

An instinct of fear that thrashes wildly about!

Fight or flight adrenaline kicks in!

I saw the spider in myself,

And tried to eradicate the evil.

But the spider in me survives,

Up and down the water spout 

So many times,

Recreating the web, the sling,

The web-sack, the totality.

I am the spider,

And the spider is me.

-jenn