There's a Spider Crawling...

A spider is crawling up my throat

Or so it feels…

He is weaving his threads tight

And capturing every bug in sight

Or so it feels…

His web is silken, but feels like plastic bags

His legs are little pokes that feel like dusted rags

This spider is taking my breath,

Time is ticking away,

I don’t know how long he’s lived there

Maybe he’ll grow too big and fly away