I must be in a horror-
Somewhere between sleep and wake,
Inside Blue Hall, all the walls begin to shake.
The spider on my face makes my flesh crawl for days. The web is real, sticky spot I'm in, tangled in half truths and partial lies until I don't know which is which, but I feel the prickling itch, lightly on the surface, tickling neck and cheek-
How I wish I had a voice to speak!
Is it headed to lay eggs in...