roach

roach

When you have to kill the roach, you are not the same person as when you did not have to kill it.

You do not marvel over its size. You do not stop to think: Now why is there a roach on my wall?

You pick up your shoe and you crush it.

You do not scream like this:

Scream

You do not call anyone to tell them how horrible it is there is a roach on the wall.

SCREAM

Maybe they will tell you they are not surprised, given the way you have lived your life.

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 No one is going to kill that roach for you.

That thought sinks in during darkest blackness, not during the day when you are killing it.

And there are no shoes for killing thoughts.

Boots

2 thoughts on “roach”

  1. I live between a restaurant and a florist. When they fumigate on the same day, I become a killing machine a few hours later. These are horrid creatures and I reward myself for killing them. A bounty. It is not live and let live. It is kill or be taken over. They do not have refugee status in my place!

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