Funky Stranger

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Leg stretching down the hall
from a stagnant room.
Toe tapping on the tile
reeling down the rest.

Little sightless spiders
crawling along the counter
their hairy little abdomens
shimmying under
scathing eyes.

Fingertips grasping for the orange
slowly rolling it in
to a sweaty palm.
leg stretches down the hall
reeling him back to his room.

He turns a blank stare
at his mother standing dumbfounded
from the kitchen
He leaves the door ajar for her
knowing she won't come in.