Red Armor

Numbness wears the brightest shell

By Imola TóthPublished 4 months ago • Updated 4 months ago • 1 min read

I found two red bugs

fastened to the same green leaf.

The larger one kept eating.

She carved slow moons

through the edge of the leaf,

never pausing,

while the smaller one

dragged himself over her back,

all urgency,

all insistence.

The leaf swayed.

She didn't.

I've spent

more of my life than I'd like to admit

doing my taxes in my head

while waiting

for someone

to finish.

I started a Substack where I write about poetry, my writing journey and trying to cultivate a creative life while working in the forest.

This poem was born as the result of one of my latest posts on poetry, kind of as an example on how I write and edit my poems.

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Just a chaotic draft goblin from the forest.

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