Made this to cheer myself up.Soundpack by DustyOldRose
For someone else’s comfort -
Do not become small
For people who refuse to grow.
When I was young,
My mother would send me out
Into the summer haze,
To pluck japanese beetles off of her rosebushes.
I remember the harsh contrast
of insect against pale pink petals,
I remember shaking the bugs off my fingers
Because their feet stick like ice picks into the skin.
My chest has a colony
of emerald and bark-brown beetles.
I feel their feet clinging to my muscles,
Sticking as they walk.
I feel their jaws scraping at my ribs.
It’s a good thing my bones
Are not made of roses.