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  • Writer's pictureDon Rearden

Into the Attic

let's be clear

I am not a fan

of the attic

it's not the spiders

or cramped quarters

darkness no issue


but spiders lurk

in the mind

their bite like

the rolls of insulation

wariness of spun glass

clogging the lungs

scratching the eyes

to climb into the attic

is the join the venomous

grow your own fangs

and want to crawl back

towards the darkness

once you fully occupy

that uncomfortable space above

there is nothing left

[April 22, 2023---- 22 Poems for the poem a day challenge for National Poetry month.]

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