c.

What a bug this is
caught
wingless
Where is the divine intervention?
Deus ex machina?
She was always a blind woman
going off instinct’s bias
Pummeling past the little
and
straight for the big.
This singular life
single
not to be relived
but just eternally repeated
until all the heres overlap into
Here.

Revisit the same little death
coughing up numb at the chest
sprouts are popping nipples
in love with a sun
Unrequited mess
The below sees a god
and a god sees the bug

Squish.