The ants.

Today makes me want to become
The ants that I stepped on yesterday.

They were very tiny but they were red,

And their sting made me want to become
The snake that slithered down my chest
And wrapped itself around my waist.

It numbed my veins before
I could suck out the venom,

Venom that made me want to become
The holy water that was sprinkled on
My chained body in hopes
That it will lose it’s purple and I will become white again but,

Instead, it made me want to become
My gravestone that was built yesterday.
It said,
“I need a pair of legs. You didn’t tell me about the ants here. You didn’t tell me they were red.”

Today makes me want to become
The ants that I stepped on yesterday.