my_heart_is_an_insect raze and i woke to find it scurrying across my chest, working its way up to my neck. i snapped it up in one hand, between thumb and index finger, small, black, not quite an ant. no matter how much pressure i exerted, it wouldn't die. the thing had no give. so i wrapped it in kleenex and tossed it in the trash, to let it sit and sulk, until tomorrow, when i'll wake once again to the distant music of its erratic dance across my naked flesh. 130410 ... unhinged a_praying_mantis 130411 ... raze maybe i'll keep it in a jar. poke holes in the lid for air. throw it the occasional scrap to keep it from wasting away. 130411 ... unhinged my heart/insect or yours? if you want my heart in a jar all you have to do is ask 130411 ... Risen A woodworm. Curled in a protective ball for so long that unbending and showing its belly was an Herculean task. The spine clicking, the way hers does as she unfolds. Yet at the slightest sense of danger, it curls again. So used to being hurt that it expects it. The raised hand more likely to be the warning of a slap than a caress. How long will it choose to protect itself? Should it? It sits in her chest, and she coaxes it open with poetry and soft words. 130412 ... unhinged a mosquito, a flea a bloodsucker easily_squashed 180422 ... raze it grew so full and fat i could see the blood swelling inside the thinness of its frame, and now i carry it where it wants to wander, knowing how black the night can be, knowing the light this swollen insect gives will be enough to break that dark glass into shards as smooth as anything, leaving cherry scars in every divot. 210810 what's it to you? who go blather from