a little cockroach is lying on its back near the wall beneath the switchboard. It's not even a proper cockroach yet- it's still a whadyoucallit. It's little.
It moves one foreleg in a slow convulsion. Its long slender antennae stretch out on either side, far longer than its body- in a human, that would be long hair streaming out behind her....
It squiggles all its legs this time. Tries squirming, to get right-way-up again. But when a roach is flat on its back, it really is flat on its back.
I switch off the annoyingly bright light that's shining into it's face, and switch on a quieter one somewhere else in the room.
I don't know whether I wish it well or ill.
6 comments:
this reminds me of the stupid ant that refused to die.
only much more sensitive and beautiful, of course.
what stupid ant?
never mind. it was very stupid. it didn't want to die. i wanted to despise it, but couldn't.
you should have squashed it.
when it runs over your face in the dead of the night and lays eggs in your mouth, you'll be sorry.
lays eggs in my mouth ?
really ?
Yes. Really.
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