[tracilicious]

I saw a roach this morning
The first.
Though I envision leagues within my walls
My guts froze up as I ran to get a glass
The beast was so enraptured with it's findings
that it didn't try to scurry
I lay on the floor and looked at my captive
She was lighter in color and more delicate
than her brutish companions
Her dark eyes examined me as I examined her
meticulously grooming her forelegs and antennae
Her head moved quizzically
Who knew that roaches have necks?
I imagined her in her soundproof glass
speaking a language foreign to my ears
Declaring herself queen and granting me amnesty
in exchange for her life
Or perhaps stating her intent to enter my ear
and eat out my brains
in a disturbingly matter of fact tone
I put the glass on a shelf
she awaits her death
Execution by smooth soled shoe at dusk
But for what it's worth you didn't disgust me
Queen of the swift legged
or perhaps dancer in their court.