Crawling spiders live in your mind’s corner
Poisonous tarantulas they maybe.
Bite marks are left on your flesh
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I've missed reading poems like this. I like the metaphor of the tarantulas, even though I despise the sight of them! Eeek! The final line hit me hard and clear. 'Finally takes her first breath...' Its simplicity and truth is brilliant. Your friend, Seán
A talented poetess for sure. Congratulations HBH.