~🪳🦟The Bug🦟🪳~
I see you there.
Lingering on the outskirts of my vision.
Dancing in the shadows of my past.
Waiting. Watching. Judging.
Like a fly on the wall, a roach on the floor.
To fast for me to catch, but to slow to be invisible.
I know if I burn down this house,
You will no longer be there to watch me.
Perhaps moved on to another victim.
One who has yet to know the taste of your venom,
The buzz of your wings.
The glimmer of your eyes.
But if I burn down the house,
Then i will have to accept that there was a fly on my wall,
A roach on my floor.
Watching. Waiting. Judging.
Say I lay a trap,
A sticky one with honey,
You will come for a feast.
But maybe you are a smart bug.
A smart bug might see the trap,
An evil bug would taunt me with the trap.
Maybe you are an evil bug,
A fly who hovers above the trap,
Tempting your feet might touch its honey.
Only to flee.
A roach who wanders the edge,
Your antennae touching the sweet treat
Staring at me with your hexagonal eyes.
Judging. Watching. Waiting.
Damn this bug.
Lingering in the shadows,
Under tables,
Out of reach.
Always out of reach,
To far to spray,
To far to squish,
Close enough to annoy.
Why can’t the insect crawl off to bother another,
Leave me alone you menace.
Always watching.
Always waiting.
Always judging.
Dancing in the shadows,
Lingering in the corners of my vision.
Taunting me…