The spider that was chasing you
becomes your father,
berating, while you
cower in a corner. He reaches
for the broom
as your mother screams
and . . .

Now you have 8 legs
instead of 2
and you are stalking
a toddler. He’s sitting
trapped
and you shed the 6 legs
you hadn’t known you’d grown.
From the corner
your reflection screams and
you find yourself reaching
automatically
for the broom . . .