Testimony from a Cockroach I Tried to Kill

Today, I flew through an opened window and danced on sun rays piercing a dark hallway. I spun on air, I flittered, I fluttered, waltzing to my own beat. I hummed a song of ripe summer fruits and hot silver nights to all who would listen. I whispered of an earth abandoned for me and my brethren- an earth without shoes that slice through thick air and poisonous mists that burn and choke. But then a scream broke my song and a shoe broke my dance, spurning the insight that I offered. But I survived, for I am Horus’ blood-winged scarab who dances in Apollo’s sun.