The Ant

From the corner of your eye you see a spec move on your pumpernickel bread. You feed and nurture it. You make sure it goes to bed at a decent hour. You take it to parks. But always on a leash.

And it grows

And it grows

AND IT GROWS.

It is bigger than your malamute, so you have to take outside. But the rain makes it hungry. Chunky saliva secrets onto your forehead. Your eyes open and you cringe at the freezing feeling running down the nape of your neck. You glance up at blank black eyes staring down at your nakedness. Your heart clenches and screams

“you idiot”.

And now you run like hell because you forgot to lock the cage.

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