as i lay dying a spider bit me

last night it suddenly felt as if a needle had been stuck right into the fleshy part of my left arm, half the needle in me, the sharp digging deep for vein, and half in air, eye shining in the onlylight of my laptop gleam. i turned on the regolit to search for the relic of drunk sewing. little brown spider was staring at me from my blankets and chanting the vengeance of the daddy long legs. the more i looked at him the more numb my arm felt and the more poison lumps sprouted on my skin. i beat him to arachnideath, the second casualty.

now i feel uneasy in my blankets.