A massive beast approaching – evermore close.
Cockroach!
Shoot your poison, or whatever you do, do not
Kill me.
From the billows of an air chute,
You were led by air, or love, so close.
I do not know how you got there, before you got here. But do not
Kill me.
Me in my peaceful rest - middle of the night –
Sick and stuck and overwhelmed by your torture.
Finally managed to open my eyes –
To feel you.
To feel a disgusting beast crawling on my legs –
Crawling over me, wanting me, under my sheets.
And my stupidity. Thinking you were only close...but never real enough
To be here.
But you are, you are here, on my leg hairs –
I arise from the tickling feather of your puny 6 legs.
In pure darkness – I slam open the closet door, reach for a sandal,
And kill you before you devour me!
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Author:
Rocky Lagou (
Offline) - Published: May 11th, 2023 14:10
- Comment from author about the poem: Y'all, I wish I could say the contrary, but this is actually based on a true story. That happened last night! My house is currently in the midst of a cockroach infestation, and I woke up in the middle of the night to the tickling sensation of a freaking roach on my leg! I have no clue how it managed to get under my comforter, but it was a terrifying experience. Luckily I was able to kill it, and here I am channeling that fear into poetry. Although this poem is about roaches, it is also about toxic lovers, and deep-embedded fears.
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Creepy-crawlies! lol.
Hello Orchi! Thanks for checking out the poem, best poetic buddy!
What a coincidence, just today I recieved a card in the mail telling me it's time for my quarterly pest control appointment. Guess I'd better jump on that one. There is nothing worse than creepy crawlies in the middle of the night, no matter what form they take, to make you want to sleep with one eye open. And even when they have been thus vanquished, the uneasy feeling remains that they could come back. Cockroach, thy name is Fear, in all shapes and sizes and we will confront you, sandal in hand. Great write dear Rocky!
P.S. Hope the cockroach problem gets resolved real soon.
Hello Bella! Lol, I can totally relate with the "one eye open" shebang you're talking about. After that close (and traumatizing) encounter with that doggone roach, I couldn't sleep for the rest of the night. I'm usually a nature person, but sometimes those critters can be so spooky. I find it more than coincidence that your pest control appointment coincided with my roach incident - maybe it's a sign that you should fumigate soon, hehe. Truly though, thanks for your appreciation, and have a blessed bug-free day.
I so relate, dear Poet
hope you get rid of anything
breathing toxicity and discomfort
in your life..
in flame thrower of words
or fumigation, cleaning sprees
lol
Hi dead Mek, thanks abundantly for your generosity. I always cherish your compliments, "flame thrower of words." You're truly so kind, and It's comforting to see that I'm not the only one with bug problems, lol. Have a great day.
The feel of the scratchy leg spines are the worst, like fingernails on a chalkboard kind of feel. I empathise deeply with this Rocky!
Thanks for being able to empathize. Your fingernails on chalkboard metaphor is so vivid. I couldn't agree more, it's absolutely petrifying.
Oh thats awful! I feel the same way about spiders! I had an ant crawl on me the other day and about lost my shit, lol! I am an outdoorsy person, love to camp, can't say as I've ever seen a cockroach in person but I'll take your word on the horror!!! Hopefully your problem is taken care of swiftly!!
Lol. Not the ant!!! Hehe. I'm glad you can relate at least. Although I'm terrified of roaches and spiders, ants for some reason seem kind. I actually admire them...to some extent. But thanks for your kind wishes, I hope this problem gets resolved soon, too!
In Florida we have palmeto bugs (huge roaches) the size of your thumb. Here in Brazil there are even bigger ones and some of them fly. You can hear them comming from a block away, they are armored and if they hit you (their landings are not well executed) they really hurt. Your poem brought these to mind.
Oh my gosh! I totally know what you mean. My dad is Brazilian and I visited Brazil only once as a baby. But hearing his stories of daily life, with no A/C, hammocks everywhere, and doors always open actually terrifies me. I can only imagine the size of those monsters, lol. Thanks for dropping by, have a good day.
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