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Bigger Than a Dinner Plate
March 6, 2019
Eight yellow and red eyes penetrate my soul,
gouging a hole of fear that pumps my heart into a state of panic.
I feel the tippity-tapping of eight itty-bitty, furry legs
crawling in my mouth,
expelling all the saliva until I’m as parched as though
I haven’t had water in days.
The spider is smaller than my finger,
but, in my mind, it is bigger than a dinner plate.
Suddenly, I am there, in my dream,
hovering over a clear pool
deeper than an abyss and
pulling me down, down, down to the spider.
I wake up, but there stands the spider, wide as night,
replacing my pillow.
© Emily M., Milford, CT
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This poem discusses what it is really like to have arachnophobia. It will give anyone the chills, whether they have a fear of spiders or not.