Giant Spider

With bewilderment and frustration
I lay in my bed and watch with fascination
as a three foot spider slowly ascends upon my wall

It looks at me with evil concentration
and speaks in a voice filled with self- righteous, indignation
about the moral implications of life without salvation
Hissing lofty promises of eternal damnation
for everyone who doesn’t follow its each and every word

The spider states its strange proclamation
like some misforgotten orientation
And suddenly I’m overcome with a sense of realization
I now must live in a world
where insects can speak and grow so large

With a shaky voice I assert a stuttering declaration
without the slightest decree of external validation
this must be some kind of weird hallucination, I decide

For certainly spiders can neither talk nor grow this large

I pull the covers over my head in utter jubilation
at my newly discovered revelation

There is no giant spiders crawling upon my wall

I laugh with joyful contentment
Snickering in nervous apprehension

No giant spiders
Just the tangled webs
they leave behind