I saw a woodlouse
walking along the floor of the laundry room.
I said hello.
He said nothing back.
I thought of how
cruel people are to such things, small things
- bugs and everything that crawls beneath the natural
line of sight.
I thought, I could never be one of those people, now that I know, and I don't want to know
those people, now that I know.
I was looking into the light
so lost in thoughts of
all the good I ought to do
that I stepped right on him.
He tried to curl up before he died
but couldn't anymore.
Nov 21, 2025
Nov 21, 2025 at 10:32 PM UTC
I saw a woodlouse
walking along the floor of the laundry room.
I said hello.
He said nothing back.
I thought of how
cruel people are to such things, small things
- bugs and everything that crawls beneath the natural
line of sight.
I thought, I could never be one of those people, now that I know, and I don't want to know
those people, now that I know.
I was looking into the light
so lost in thoughts of
all the good I ought to do
that I stepped right on him.
He tried to curl up before he died
but couldn't anymore.
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