caterpillar
i see everyone else before they see me. i’ve meal prepped the phrases i’ll say to them, so that i can avoid thinking about it. my father would say i’m immature. i can’t help it. while my head is down i assign them each a value based on how pathetic their life seems. they know, i know.
i look up to see them staring.
the caterpillar’s body hurtles towards destruction. the movies stream on double speed, to escalate the panic at how little time we have left. there is no use bracing: the particles on my body serve a different lord. i have already vaporized. i have laid myself down as the landscape itself. they walk over my face without seeing.
my sentimentality is not missed. what the world needs is not what i am.