rain, rain, go away

youre ruining my day

with me here all sad and weary

you aren't helping being oh so dreary

i want to be loved,
not left.

When a spider is scared,
Too scared to run,
To bite,
It draws together.

Knees press inward,
Meeting at a point,
They cover their vulnerability
In an impenetrable wall
Of legs and cuticle.

Tonight, when I close my eyes-
When all I want is the silent,
Empty screen of sleep-
I see the octopedal child
Curled,
Frightened.

I think; "this is me."

not talking to him is so hard
i feel myself falling, falling apart