The Last Two Cockroaches
She gave me the evil eye
She bared her teeth and gnashed them at me
I tried to ignore her
Did the best I could
But she was outstandingly arrogant
in her pursuit of bullying me
I was her last conquest.
It was just her and I now.
The explosion had taken the humans,
and most of the livestock.
We were the last two cockroaches
on this desolate planet.
She sneered at me with a Cheshire cat grin.
I had seen that look on her face only once before,
when she let me know everyone else was gone.
It was just us.
I knew she had news.
Bad news.
I crept under a can and hid
until she left.
Preferring to be alone
for the rest of my days.
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