This poem comes from the dark recesses of twelve-year-old Kristen’s mind. She was obsessed with all things dealing with death and bugs. During this phase of oddness, she wrote a three-page paper about parasites that freaked out her 7th grade lit teacher so badly that her teacher swore off buying more cats based on what parasites lived in them. She was also nicknamed Edgar Allan Poe by her classmates during that class period. Thank goodness she has grown out of this phase.
Kill the Bugs
Blood spills
The screams have stopped
But their voices echo
On the walls
Kill the bugs
Kill the bugs
Their feet scamper
Their antenna’s twitch
They keep killing
Killing for blood
People die
They decay slowly
But bugs
They live on
Kristen Flippo is a person of many talents: she writes magical realism, reads anything that she can get her hands on, is an amazing knitter, and believes in mermaids. She’s about to graduate from Georgia Southern and has no idea what’s going to happen after that. She previously worked as a Student Editor for Fledge: A Journal of Outstanding First-Year Writing, and is currently a reader for Blotterature.