Play Dead,Spider.

There’s a faint voice that beckons me  The flickering reflex of a spider that died For there’s an inner demon that haunts me  And silences the child inside  Flesh  Blood  Sweat  Lymph  And a ghostly grip of an unknown past  Cloaks me and chokes me Arms outstretched,it stops me Like a shadow receding into the … More Play Dead,Spider.