The temple
is no place
for killing,
but that is
where I killed
her this morning.
I didn’t want
to take
her life
but she refused
to go.
Just leave and
you can live,
I told her.
I even opened
the door
for her
but she just
moved farther
away.
I couldn’t
use a gun;
someone would
have heard.
No pocketknife handy,
and so I
had no choice.
Istomped her
to death with
just my shoes.
J.R. laughed
out loud.
He thought
it was funny
because my feet
were moving so fast.
There was
no humor
on my part,
strictly business.
I only did
what needed
to be done.
Her body went
into the trash can
so no one
would see.
She probably
only wanted
a place to
lay her eggs
but the world
doesn’t need
any more roaches.
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