My heart rate and adrenal glands,
pulse and sweat, alarm, distress.
Two giant spiders, several small,
a large egg sac, the webs countless
All siphoned, sucked, inhaled, absorbed,
into my vacuum cleaner bag.
What happens now the vacuums off,
the vortex hold begins to lag?
Will baby spiders hatch within;
is in-bag like in-utero?
Alarmed that they will seek revenge:
Web strangulation, or voodoo,
Trying to sleep I hear them plan
spider payback to Lydia
Panic and fear on overdrive
Is this arachnophobia?
“Please just stay in the bag.” I beg,
Sleep’s elusive as I survey
The ceiling, walls, the floor, my bed.
I could just move…