Spider Crack

Up my arms

A shiver at the rustling

Sorting through the keys

We pause and smile

Shimmering in moonlight

Cool breeze swirls around the closed door

A spider with only a thread

Flying blind, I see spider cracks

I bought bright padlocks

For her backpack

A funeral, her first trip

Alone.

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