In squashing an insect

You will feel its strawberry blood leak onto wrinkled skin

Weather swatted on arm or forehead

We kill because to any higher power insects are insignificant

We kill to make life easier

Wiping away the exoskeletal debris no burial no stone

As easily as you've forgotten about the insect

Another will take it's place

Crawling in and out of your head

Making damn sure before you take it's life you've felt it's presence

So how truly insignificant is an insect