Spider Island


The weekend are never long enough

the days are too short

and the nights, oh the nights

they rush by

leaving me short of breath

with an unforgiving clock for company.


I think I’ll visit Spider Island

where time is caught on fine light lines


waiting to feed, to craddle





I had a nightmare a few night ago about a group of people waiting on ferry dock to visit a place called Spider Island.

They had to agree to turn over their cars, which were locked up in cages.

I saw Spider Island once I  handed my keys to my car over:

I could see people wandering around a giant statue of a mushroom cloud with symbols and numbers  carved into it and before it was my turn to go over I grabbed my keys back and ran away.


Daily Post Prompt: Timely

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