Brown Recluse

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I take a xanax here and there to escape my impending doom.

I've come to find that life is safer from the comfort of my room.

I've heard rumors of the brave many who leave their sanctuary to play

And are carried home to Heaven on the wrings of gentle blue jays.

I do not indulge in adventures, impulses, or freedom.

I watch from my window and live vicariously through my kingdom.

When the shackles around my frail ankles become too heavy to bare,

I scratch my skin and free the poisonous spiders of despair.

They crawl around my toes and weave webs in my lashes.

I'd shower myself in sorrow before I'd return to lonesome ashes.

So I gamble my shiniest pennies in an attempt to cheat death,

Though I know he lurks in the shadows waiting to snatch my last breath.

With closed eyes I coo my pleas to God every sapphire night

And am blessed by his abundant grace when I awake to golden light.

But when the children dance in the garden, calling out my name

The shackles pinch and weigh me down, the spiders spin the same.

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