STARTLING, THE SILVERFISH

Michela Menna

Startling, the silverfish

That crawled across the car,

Its tentacles like barnacles

But pointed and absurd.

There it appeared

And there I screamed;

The car swivelled a screech,

And there it came;

The hurricane

Of parents pissed at me.

They said to strive

That when you drive

You mustn't create a scene,

But I can't help it, for I thought

An alien had looked at me!

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About the Author

Michela Menna is a young, aspiring Italian poet, enchanted by poetry’s beauty as a form of love, escapism, and self-expression. She dreams of publishing her own collection someday for the world to read, share, and find solace in. She’s excited to learn from the world around her and to leap into new, uncharted experiences. She also occasionally publishes poetry and other writings of varying topics and genres under the username @thegyraffetypos on Instagram and Medium

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