Spider

I cut a peach

I reached the center

The pit split in half

A tiny spider

 

He had built a palace there

And planted ideas

About all the little things

Hiding in the center.

 

(The normal tone of this story is closer to, “I cut open a peach and there was a FUCKING SPIDER.” And then a long string of cursing and despair.)

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