Sunday, August 31, 2025

Blattodea

 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. 



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Blattodea

 I am being haunted by a cockroach Every chair I move, Every drawer I open, It is watching me.  Sometimes scurrying, sometimes still, But al...