Spiders on the Ceiling

Today I see the world through a thousand eyes.

A kalidascope of white walls,

bleak but bearable.

I watch you eat your morning cereal,

sweetened corn spotted with small dehydrated marshmallows.

The only sound

is the clicking of the metal spoon as your mouth closes around it,

followed by a rhythmic crunching as you chew.

You look at me and smile; Your eyes

fresh like the morning mist

cloaking me in a damp fog

causing goosebumps to form

on the surface of my skin.

I sink beneath a blanket,

an attempt to hide my chilled vulnerable frame.

I am an insect

caught in a spider's web

waiting to be bled dry.