Spiders.
I’m afraid of them.
I see them.
I kill them.
One night,
I turned the lights on.
A big black spider
Scampered in the ceiling.
I walked in slowly
And afraid
As the spider ambled
To the corner.
There it stayed
Away from harm.
And for the first time,
I didn’t want to kill it.
I wanted to be like it.
I wanted to find
I wanted to be
In a corner of my own.