Haiku #575

It’s so alive stuck in my side. the red, dead, the spider skin of dreams

1234…

1234 Whos that at the door (My imagination) and its probably a giant spider with briefcase, magnifying glass, swimsuit, cook book, and 1234 other things in his hands. which are stuck on like childs afterthought onto the ends of his spindly legs? He is straddling the door hole and has built a sticky web that

Dead Spider