Navi the Spider

personal reflection

It’s strange to feel attraction when you’re in love.

You deny the feeling is there,

a stomach ache,

the dizziness is obviously just fatigue.

But then it festers,

and you realize that you hunger.

Your appetite consumes daily life,

and becomes blinded. 

He was a spider,

all legs and arms and torso.

A pen and paper kind of soul,

relatable,

100% unconquerable,

a quest that I could have pursued anywhere. 

A wandering arachnid,

hiding in the corner.

I can admit that I am immune to this hunger,

but at times it still consumes like a cancer. 

The End

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