it makes me sweat even now

such sheer terror left its mark

there's nothing worse than a

child imprisoned in the dark

she'd blame me for being bad

I'd struggle but to little avail,

hoisted in the black cupboard

dusty, warm, beyond the pale

bent in two and scared of mice

heard her laughter downstairs

something tickling my shoulder

the silk touch of spider's...

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