Serpentine slivers of silent carnivorous ants
Slither all across
The slippery sheen of the tiles
In my bathroom.
Thin slivers, meandering shavings, genuflecting, gesticulating
As my transfixed eyes
Gather the details in. There they march, brandishing
Gory pieces of gore
Ill-gotten gains from my travail with roachy dastardliness
Which I left uncleaned, in situ.
Yet proudly they scurry on with unwitting abandon even if
My itchy fingers
Massage the trigger of an aerosol spray pointing towards the wall.
My senses are arrested,
My gaze is aghast. Yet, the living red twine keeps up its dance astride the wall,
And across the floor.
Gently I thumb the spray until it farts facing the floor. Right away,
My tired feet
Start up a dance to the silent tune cooked up when the living red rope morphed
Into a thousand
Pieces of perturbed ants scampering precariously for their lives.
Ilisan-Remo. Wednesday, February 6, 2019 – 23:53:14