Charlotte's Web Read Count : 41

Category : Poems

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There it was sitting on the wall

Of a home it did not ask for, yet

Making the most of unfamiliarity.


Screams made it into a terrorist

And in this moment of fear

It became clear: it was it versus us.


A war it could never win. 


I chose a shoe as my weapon

To tattoo it's existence across the wall

In the name of comfort and peace.


I hope one day I'm not the spider 

Living my life at the wrong place or time

So my existence isn't smeared on the concrete.


My mom can't pick me up with a napkin. 

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  • Jul 01, 2020

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