Wandering Spider

Spider webs on my face
Covering each inch like
Tangled scars
Creates a game of hide and seek for
Honest strangers.

Their gentle legs tickle
As they dance across my nose
Like an uncomfortable frenzy
I can’t swat away.

My mind enjoys their tip-toes
But my fragile, cold fingers
tied to my heart
Are frantic at my hidden face.

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