I can see you moving
you cannot escape me.
my eyes are the product of 6 million years of evolution
they are trained to spot movement
movement of even tiny objects
especially of tiny objects
if you didn't move I wouldn't see you against the dark grains of the countertop
but that is your weakness, and I crush you with my finger
squish, you are dead
you cannot win this war
i can kill you so easily
first my pinky, then my index finger. how about a thumb?
you are dead
but you keep coming.
there are more of you
your incessancy is larger than my thumb
two calls to the exterminator and still you are here
extract of Kenyan chrysanthemum and still you are here
dragnet, phantom, PI and even the deadly Cycic and still you are here.
and still you are here.
you expose my sins
you find my every failing
you are my conscious and my court
I can hide nothing from you. I stand naked in front of you.
I left a flower on my countertop and you found it
I was wrong to do that. I admit it. I apologize.
It was only for a few hours. my daughter picked it.
i thought it was nice. i thought this small trifle was ok.
i thought we deserved it.
but it was wrong. a vanity. a failing.
you forgive not. you are unflinching.
you are unmerciful.
I cannot be perfect.
I cannot clean my house of every item you might want to eat
you eat anything.
you are an Argentine ant.
i hate you
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