The black cricket of doubt spent the day in my bedroom.
He fell from my crisp bedding as I shook.
I gasped when I saw him.
He did not hop.
He crawled and haunted.
So small a bug yet I made my way around him.
I let him have the room.
Feb 17, 2016
Feb 17, 2016 at 11:07 PM UTC
The black cricket of doubt spent the day in my bedroom.
He fell from my crisp bedding as I shook.
I gasped when I saw him.
He did not hop.
He crawled and haunted.
So small a bug yet I made my way around him.
I let him have the room.
