Black widow

by TwistedHarmony   Jan 7, 2006


The incy wincy spider
Scratches at my arm
Down and across
Blood spills to the ground
The incy wincy spider
Sits on my throat
Scratches just a little
And spills just a lot
Blood pours on the floor
The incy wincy spider
Goes back in the box
It glints as i place it
winks at me and says
"see you tomorrow, and all the other days"

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