My only friend
Has spun her intricate home
Across the ill lit back porch
My smoking room
Nocturnal she is
Predator in nature and frame
Eight glistening legs
She simply waits for a meal
I honestly know
She cannot comprehend
Compelled to speak am I
As though she may reply
Charlie I have named her
Possibly fitting in some subconscious way
As I call her friend
I know in soul
She will betray me
In the end
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