Bug's Eye View
Skittering along as quickly as possible,
a landscape of pink and mauve,
the tickle of a soft rug,
ever so swiftly passing under many legs,
red, jointed, faster, hurry,
no thought,
just movement across the open.
A bulge, mountainous and rippling
in its blue enormity,
the creases are valleys,
broad weave of light blue
stretching many times higher,
an obstacle to be overcome hurriedly,
scuttling up the side and across,
a chest heaves, a gasp,
an earthquake then falling,
lost in the folds, legs tangling in mounds
a trap of paper towel, crunch of exoskeleton.
Squish.
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