An adult mayfly lives for 24 hours and then dies.
A man prods me with his eyes from across the street. I don't like it when people touch me like this.
Fuck off. I think.
"Faggot" - him shouting at me with such horrible language.
Did he hear me? Sometimes I'm pretty sure I have telepathy.
"You wish" - A funny retort from me. I'm good at those.
"What the fuck did you say?" - Him, while crossing the street.
Sometimes they get me in trouble.
He is up in my face until he isn't and instead I am on him on the floor and my fists are up in his face fucking his mouth.
My knuckles fondle loose teeth and I can smell that he doesn't brush them for two minutes twice a day or floss once a day.
An adult mayfly cannot eat.
An adult mayfly cannot brush it's teeth.
It doesn't have a mouth and it doesn't have teeth.
He cannot brush his teeth because he doesn't have teeth either now.
I stand up. Dazed.
He stays on the floor. Also dazed.
An adult mayfly is destruction.
I am an adult mayfly.
My shoe kisses his chest. True love.
A shoeprint stains his newly aquired pectus. I broke his heart.
Oops. I'm thinking. Sorry. Not really of course.
Another stomp. My eyes glaze over.
An adult mayfly's primary purpose is to mate and reproduce and die.
Stomp.
Stomp.
Stomp sounds like a squelch now.
Squelch.
Squelch.
I slip in something pink oozing out the side of his skull.
My eyes are back to here. I'm back to here.
His eyes are gone and so is he. Lump of flesh.
It reminds me of that one early AI image where everything looks familiar but when you look closely you can't identify any specific thing.
Except with the human body. I guess.
My eyes blink five times.
Try to pinch yourself to wake up from a dream. - The recesses of my brain.
I try but I'm already awake and it does nothing.
"Fuck" - Me.
Fuck - My brain.
"Hhfsssfsdvcvnnnnmsaaaahh" - Him.
I leave.
Have a good day. I think to myself. I will.
An adult mayfly lives for 24 hours.