Row upon row
line upon line
of enraged crickets
teeth bared in feral snarl
as they prepared for war.
Facing across the muddy field
snow crusted and blooded
bullies of the world
ready to enforce their will.
Whilst all around the humans wait
unaware of the debris
the fall out of the war
being played out at their feet.
Have you ever looked at your arm/vein after having blood taken?
I am a weirdo and I hate when they force me to get a bandaid after blood being taken. I don’t like ripping the bandaid off. Leftover trauma from childhood.
Recently had blood taken, tech did not press bandaid on me after I refused it. I walked along the hallway, holding my arm out to my girl friend.
There was a perfectly round hole. Perfect. I had never seen it before due to the bandaids but now I could.
And it was beautiful.