incy wincy spider

I used to play with spiders when I was a kid
the delicate, spindly kind
letting them run over my hands and up my arms
fascinated by their tiny bodies  
and strange long legs, thinner than a sewing pin  
 
That was...  
until I found one
the hairy, scary kind  
bigger than my seven year old hand
sitting like a morbid living broach  
on my favourite orange gowned doll  
 
I screamed a silent scream
breath caught in a waking nightmare  
that had me looking for hairy scaries  
upon the night time walls of my bedroom sanctuary defiled  
 
I never played with spiders again, after that
not even the pretty little spindly ones  
 
© Indie Adams 2013