As you crawl across my skin
This fear overwhelms me again
I watch you crawl across my arm
How could something so small be any harm?
I'm sitting frozen in fear
As eight tiny legs crawl near
I think about swatting you
But fear freezes me is nothing new
I make little sounds because I'm afraid
I fear you'll bite me with poison you made
But eventually you crawl off my arm
I wonder if that was your charm?
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