A Baptism

I split open the seams and came out a spider

the freedom of summer rain -

a baptism.

I was then,

but now I am.

I split open the seams and came out a spider.

You think about me.

Please, spit me out.

You “love me, but…”

I wanted to be the one you hold,

not an entity,

not a ghost you dream about

while you lay next to someone else.

You love me,

but you should let me out.

I’m just a figure on your shelf,

somethi…