Early morning,
staring at the cold, tiled floor,
a slim silverfish moves in circles.
Long tentacles wave like delicate, spidery feet.
Scuttling along the edge of the wall, it hides beneath the door.
It knows I aim to kill it.
I squint my eyes, clench tissue between my fingers and zero in.
It looks up at me with prehistoric eyes, and
suddenly I realize: it has no destination.
2 comments:
Yes they are fascinating creatures. We used to get them at our old house but don't seem to where we are now.
I appreciate your comments, Libby! No one else seems to want to touch this one! Ugh! ;)
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