I am a slug.
I am long, I am gross, and I am small.
My bed is the grass.
I sit there all day.
I graze and stay awake to the sounds of something bigger.
I fear everything.
Everything is a threat, everything is out there to get me.
I am scared to die. Yet I want to die, because I am only a slug.
I’ve been better, I’ve been worse.
I’ve held pens and daggers;
I’ve seen trees and walls.
I am small enough to hide away when the world begins to fall.
I am not old. I feel old.
I can see my entire life in a slimy trail behind me.
No one will care.
No one should care.
Because I am only a slug.
Just another snail without its shell,
Just another snake that wasn’t scary.
I am nothing in this world.
I feed no ecosystem, I build no royalty.
I sleep in this grassland where no one will find me,
Because I am a slug.