title • silverfish
date published • 28 april 2021
word count • 107
they dont crawl, they dont slither
they swim.
antennae waving, body flat against
the walls and ground and furniture
watching and hiding
watching and hiding and judging
"warm and moist spaces, like basements and
crawl spaces, attract silverfish"
why the fuck are you
sleeping in my bed
why the fuck are you
watching over my shoulder
why the fuck are you
on my computer
why the fuck are you
sneaking through pages of my sketchbook
i saw a red bite mark near my bellybutton and i
know silverfish cant bite (the internet told me)
but how can i trust google
when it told me 'families dont bite'
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
transient tales
Poetrya collection of story shorts, i guess maybe some poetry as well
