No inspiration all week and weekend and then on the edge of sleep...
Early days of monterey. Spiders, many, invisible to others. Diameter of two or so quarters side by side. They threaten and control. Especially concerning sex/women. In my clothes. Always with me. In my thoughts. Not allowed to think about certain things or they hurt me with their bites. Their poison always within me, usually slightly nauseous. Don't eat well. Don't sleep well. Always on edge. Nerves frayed. Exhausted. Never able to relax and enjoy. All human interaction stilted.

Short story.