Okay. So this is a weird one.
The picture alone is disturbing. Sometimes in life we stumble across things that are perfectly normal aspects of the natural world, but they affect our human emotions on strange levels. Mother Nature’s everyday can make us feel uneasy and strange. Maybe it’s our too-advanced brain reading depth where there is none. Notions of mortality and empathetic wondering.
In any case, I acknowledge that it’s strange, and a bit unnerving. But then again, so is life.
Yellow stripe teardrop burrows deep into her leafy green belly
Once so full of harvest and good planning.
The seeds to feed the hungry nesters
Spilled across the glass table top,
Like a cornucopia
A feast for jagged takers.
Did she feel much after the first piercing sting?
Was it just all black?
Or did she feel the tugging pull of her insides, turned out?
What if Katydid?