i was never the spider
once repetitive to the point of pain,
a steady beat,
perfect metronome time with the brutality of a jackhammer,
now fading into silence.
you are a nervous tic. a muscle spasm.
autonomic and easy to ignore.
i will unlearn you.
a tic, the drip of a faucet, the bad-taste in my mouth.
no, dust under my feet.
i will crush you.
6:38 p.m. - 2004-03-23
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