Quadse7en Posted June 18, 2022 Share Posted June 18, 2022 A small black bug scurries across the hard wood floor Interrupting a distressful moment of discerning contemplation Blessed wave of relief Overwhelming shame Not enough to matter; or bother mentioning Across the floor Then onto the rug making it slightly harder to see Still An easy kill House shoe Old rolled up magazine Hairspray and matches The possibilities are endless and brilliant Back onto the dark brown hardwood, any second now Guiding it into to my cupped hands or onto a sheet of paper is an option But murder would be faster and more convenient Still on the rug Imagine the terror gripping it now A flash of memory arises The one where I suddenly find myself in a very unfamiliar yet recognizable space Something isn’t right, something doesn’t belong, and I know it’s me The color tone is off There is an oily thickness to the atmosphere Making the air visible like cold greasy dishwater swirling in the sink Focusing Intense anticipation for the black bug to scurry across the floor again One more time The last time Instead it just sits there, staring at me, silently begging forgiveness Or mocking me Can’t have bugs in the house What if it makes us all sick? This one is probably okay though Probably I don’t want to kill it and I really want to kill it so I do nothing A peaceful decision when Desperately the black bug bolts, like lightening, off of the rug, once again scurrying across the hard wood floor Into the safety of my closet Forever lost That’s what I get For building my house on top of its home Without asking I scurry across the cold dark brown wooden floor No destination in mind The terror is exhilarating Quote Mention Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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