It is a soft milky sunset night when it appeared
I was in the middle of dozing, awaking, slumbering, awaking again
When a tickle on my arm arouses me.
It's a ladybug, small and bumbling, its Minnie Mouse costume glows in the dark
I stare with round eyes, like a child who has found candy in her pocket
And I barely move as it crawls closer up my arm
And suddenly, I feel afraid.
Why do I feel afraid?
With a loud smack, my hand hits the ladybug
And I flick the remains off of me.
A horrible, thick smell hangs in the air
Reminding me of the crime of I’ve commited, of the creature that has been lost.
My peaceful night I cannot recover.
I can only remain awake, staring.
Everything has polka dots.