Tuesday, 22 March 2016


When I was nine,
by accident,
I stepped on a caterpillar,
stepped on
one end of a caterpillar.
And it’s caterpillar shape,
bright emerald green,
shot out the other end.
Since then,
I have taken great care
never to step
on a caterpillar.

First published in Harbinger Asylum Literary Review, Spring 2016


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