if i had eight legs, how then
would you begin to unfold me
how would you dress me up

oh but i was always such a dangling
thing, wasn't i, hanging from
your fingers, your thumbs with only
two legs to run with to get back
home.

sometimes it's such a great big scary
world out there when it's right behind you,
breathing down your neck.

..and if only i could build webs of steel to
keep it out..

would you still be so eager to
get in, if i could spin us a world of our own,
if i had eight legs to love you with

12/16/2003

Author's Note: i killed a bug tonight and felt bad. i still feel bad. the end. (but it wasn't a spider, i guess it just reminded me of one) or somethin.

Posted on 12/17/2003
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