let's be clear
I am not a fan
of the attic
it's not the spiders
or cramped quarters
darkness no issue
either
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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