Watching A Centipede Die - Poem by Tina O'Rourke
Trashing, it scrambled along the shiny surface of the metal sink.
Millions of legs running,
Antenna stretched searching for sanctuary.
Frozen, I watched it sink, one bit of its hinged body at a time.
Loosing, it drown in a swirl of liquid bubbles.
The only problem it was still there and I hate bugs.
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