Spider in the night

Spider on my face

Brings me here

Today I am awake

Now to write again

The silence of her feet

Rebukes my silence

Gentle I am told

No more to hide

No more to wait

Such small things as my words

Are called upon by her

And I don’t understand

That never matters

When they call us we must come

Or wake to find them on us

Every disturbed night

// Eoten