The Uninvited
Ants.
Out from the vent.
Not the door. Not the crack: closer, wider.
Still, they climbed the grille slow.
They knew.
Summer presses at the glass.
The lock holds.
Things find their way in..
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El Bzaz
I write poetry in my spare time, usually when something clicks or catches my attention. Just whatever feels worth putting into words.
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Concrete ants invasion becomes metaphor for inevitable natural intrusion and boundaries.
Multiple compressed ideas: invasion, barrier failure, seasonal pressure, acceptance within brief space.
Predominantly unsettling; ants breach security, summer presses, resignation to inevitable penetration.
Staccato fragments and active verbs create tension; modulated by slow climbing and held lock.
Single sentence fragmented across approximately 30 words; compressed micro-narrative structure.
Personification of ants and summer; implicit metaphor of boundaries failing; sensory precision.
Primarily lyric-observational with minimal narrative arc; detached witness voice throughout.
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