I am being haunted by a cockroach
Every chair I move,
Every drawer I open,
It is watching me.
Sometimes scurrying,
sometimes still,
But always there.
I never know what intentions are behind those malicious eyes,
I don't even know what a cockroach's eyes look like,
As I can never view their Medusa-like figures,
Before turning to stone
These evolutionary-resilient and skilled monstrosities,
torment and torture my sense of self,
and shake me to my core.
Millions of years of oppression on humankind,
Such a tiny body,
Yet such a devastating impact.
My dread of these creatures borders on veneration,
As in the end, fear itself is uncontrolled admiration.
