A woman lie dead
In a cheap twin bed
with no box-spring on the ground
And beside the bed
Her journal of red
right next to her body they found
And in it, a pen
with which had been
written a dream which she expound.
"A spider..." it said,
"...had entered my head,
with a spindly kick
it passed through my lips.
I woke in the night
and threw on the light
before a coughing and sneezy fit."
The spider, it seemed
had entered her dream
though nobody would believe it.
And on its way down
whatever it found
it stung with a poison bite.
-JV
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