Kinda Sorta

Life’s kinda sorta normal.
Till I ignore the spiders beneath covers
I don’t like them crawling on my skin
I can’t focus on anything else then…

I call pest control; they do a good job
The stench fills my nostrils for a week
I open the windows,
but there’s smoke from a fire outside
you can’t trust anyone these days
they generate smoke without fire

Yet I find myself thinking of
what was the fuel that caused the fire
or what is rotting underground

the sun rises and sets at predicted hours
starlight invades my sleep
I wake up, brush my teeth and dress for work
The breakfast cereal has turned rancid

The night was kinda sorta normal
But I can sense spiders creeping up
beneath existence.
There is no reason for anxiety
till they turn into serpents
and make me venomous
then the spiders will have a reason to worry

the earth will spin on its axis
maybe a few degrees off the mark
the length of nights and days might vary
I will focus on the damp and dark
as the sunlit parts move out of view

The world will be kinda sorta normal
till apocalypse feels real
and life takes a backseat


Friday Faithfuls at MLMM

12 thoughts on “Kinda Sorta

  1. There is a word for feeling spiders crawling on you. Formication is a sense of touch hallucination that feels like bugs are in, on or under your skin. A lot of people experience that. Thanks for sharing your poem, Reena.

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