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.