Arachnophobia

Distrust has penetrated their path, no chance to cross

in my predatory mind. Murder smelled of

sweetness and dust. A

terrible mistake they made, always on the road, never hiding.

Rumbling across the room like invisible thunderbolts until they’re caught by an

ambulance made of a vacuum cleaner.

CPR could never save their lives, though

they always fought to the last blood

in the presence of a wall made of artificial stones.

One in a million, the distraction slowly frayed my

nebulous nerves .