Friday, March 12, 2010

And a swelling rage.

Here is my really dodgey story that I had to write for literature.
(The theme was 'I woke up and I was a cockroach')
If you can be bothered reading it, go ahead.



Last night,
I had a dream.
Cockroaches covered my body,
Entangling me,
Choking me.

Katsaridaphobia,
Seven syllables,
Common fear.
I,
However,
Am not scared
Of cockroaches,
Which is lucky.

This is fortunate,
Because,
Today I woke up
And I was a cockroach.
I do not know
How
Or
Why
This happened,
But it did.

The first thing I was aware of
When I awoke,
Was that I couldn’t reach
My alarm clock.
I also noticed
That instead
Of only my usual two arms,
I had six.

Next,
An odor worse than
I’d ever smelt
Before
Filled my lungs
Like poison.

I rolled over,
To look at my wife,
Who was lying in bed
Next to me.
As a human
My wife is tall.
As a cockroach,
Six foot four
Was bigger than
It had ever been
Before.

As I stare,
Longingly,
At my love,
My life,
Trying to will back
The ability to speak,
Her gaze meets mine.
And instead of
Her usual voice
Like one of
A
Mesmerizing fairy,
Flying through a
Full moon sky,
Magical,
I hear a high pitched scream,
Full of fear
And disgust
Like how I used to feel
When
I saw my father smoking.

Suddenly,
She is running.
I see the muscles
In her legs,
Ripple.
I would do anything
To caress them again.
But who wants to be touched
By a
Dirty,
Filthy,
Cockroach.

Not me.

This
Beautiful,
Woman,
That was once mine,
Returns with a broom.
I instantly know
What she is thinking.
One word is filling her mind,
Tumbling,
Dancing.
That word
Is
Death.

I struggle off the bed,
Working my arms
As hard
As possible.
Do you know
How it feels
When your legs
Feel
So tired
You will collapse
At any moment,
But you just have
To keep going?
Imagine that,
But with four more legs.

Her legs are too long,
For the first time in my life,
That is
My least favourite thing about her.

Not her stubbornness,
Like when
She will make me watch
Endless romantic movies,
And never with me
Watch a Star Trek movie.

Not her greediness,
Like when
I come home from
A long day of work,
And all she left me was
One slice of pizza.

But her legs.



I am too slow,
I am not used to
These legs.
‘Robbie is weak
At
Adapting
 To
Different environments,’
My school teachers
Always told my parents.
Who would have thought,
They could be so right.

For some,
Death comes so fast,
They don’t even realise,
What is happening,
Before it happens.
For others,
It is slow,
Painful
And torturous.
For me,
It ended,
With the thought,
Of sinking into an increasing shadow,
And a soft squashing sound.

xoxo Camelgirl

8 comments:

  1. I like it!
    Although I hate cockroaches.
    xx,
    ~Abby~

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  2. Aw that was so sad :(
    Now I feel bad about killing bugs

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  3. Hey tag for you at my blog. :)
    xx,
    ~Abby~

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  4. Tag for you at my blog. :)
    xx,
    ~Abby~

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  5. Sorry, didn't mean to comment twice...
    xx,
    ~Abby~

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  6. I reckon it's a great story! I love the way you wrote it =]

    xx Blaize

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  7. Actually I think its quite fabulous. heart the ending to the maximum.
    Cat xx

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