It crawls into the walls
bringing in black ladybirds.
Forcing their hard shells
through the gaps, they brim
under the paper before
bursting out, into
the room. Just the sight of them,
little bubblewrap
collections in the corners,
makes me so embarrassed.
Finding them upside-down
on the windowsills, I know I am
the reason they are here.
I want to press their backs
to feel the wet insides;
I find them nestled in
the bristles of my toothbrush,
rooting out the legs
stuck between my teeth
I smear them on my lips
and taste a shame I've yet
to make. However hard I try
they will not stay away,
these black and staining ladybirds.
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