Yesterday,
A river bug flew
NO
Throttled
into my mouth.
Little words can describe
The pain. The taste. The crunch.
Fly Fly Fly. Smack. Smack. Smack.
Little River Bug.
However, I cannot help
But feel melancholy.
A river bugs life?
Barely a day.
This ones?
Ended in my mouth.
This river bug,
Or as I called him,
“Buggy”,
Made me think about
The other bugs I unintentionally
Eat.
Humans are so quick
To say , “EW”
To bugs that appear
on them
Yet, we rarely
Think about what that bug thought.
He might’ve thought
My mouth was
A Safe Haven
He probably was scared,
When he saw my teeth.
Or Tongue.
Or multiple fillings.
I can’t help it.
I have cavity prone teeth.
I brush twice a day…….
I promise.
Well… sometimes,
As the night engulfs me to slumber
I forget to wield my tooth brush.
We all do.
After Buggy,
I will never forget to brush.