i am beetle, bumble
burrow
i sit, a leaf
she bounces me
serves water down the stem
tumble, engorged orbs
i am happy
i am bliss
clicket-clacket of a cricket
stirs me from a midnight-always
i wonder if he’s been there, always
burrow
so safe i thought were my rainbow colors
presentation of toxicity
my pincers, more
my drip-drip of poison
my watered hiss
clicket-clacket of a cricket
leaf stops moving
water dribbles off
burrow
i wait
i am ready now
come again?
nothing
nothing
nothing
i am beetle, bumble
burrow
i am lonely
Why does this move me so much? How come I can relate to it like I feel I can? Lovely piece of writing.