swat

for every bug i squish -
the black, broken ones
the tiny red spiders
the headless junebugs
the ripped moth
like the moon's veil
unsheathed
by my fingers -
i extract a
bean sized
bag of blood
from the vein
of the earth.
i take what
i cannot be punished
for taking.
i kill a fly
to get back at the sky
for always watching me.