Tiny, Red Ant
BY Adrian
I stepped on an ant,
but it didn’t bleed.
I felt its body,
but it didn’t scream.
I stepped on an ant.
It popped underneath my weight.
I could have stepped left.
I could have stepped right.
Instead, I stepped on an ant
knowing it was there.
There are a thousand and one reasons
not to step on an ant,
yet I couldn’t think
of just one.
Tiny, red ant stuck
on the bottom of my shoe.
I carried it along the sidewalk
bashing its body further.
Its bleeding worsening
And screams loudening,
I kept walking.
Tiny, red an stuck
on the bottom of my shoe.

