parasite

cockroach quite obvious tries to befriend me, winks, feelers trying to do a high five - am i not the best? those little scrawny legs with hairs fumbled towards me, wanting to come closer such intimacy i shall not want. i really do not. my gestures must have been taken for naught for that hideous thing scrambled faster, as i tried to move away, it took as a sign of flirtation. playing hard to get. but i was just trying not to play. nothing else i swear and then it made the sound, like a guttural raspy something, took wings, went all euphoric like: i love you it seemed to say, blurb out, oh my god! took aim towards my face to kiss my lips. i tried to dodge, you know, it really was not mutual but actions are lost to one in that all encompassing passion. i did not really want to smack that flying raging beast out of the air, had to, it was not backing out - too involved, what intensity in those beady eyes, took a racquet ball and it took aim. whish. then it was no more whistling in the air, just stuck in that net. smashed. crumpled, tried to move, could not while i heaved, so much intensity! i really do not love you. i think it finally understood.