by Sparks In Shadow

Photo by Sam Smith via Wikipedia

debris detritus grit
gristle (because I’m bigger than the bug
but it scared me anyway)
bits of truth, clinging.
Why would I lie?

Why am I scared when tiny beings enter my space?
Are the ones I see ugly to their mothers?
Does sharpness rub under their exoskeletons?
every mama bug word for “you disappoint me”
pinching before cutting again into bug meat as they remember.
is that why I see ugly
and kill
because like sees like?

human words for “I don’t care”
cling unclean.
grit detritus debris
Soap doesn’t wash them away.
this is true
Why would I lie?

The prompt was, “soap” – from Lisa.