Hideous

There are crawling vermin in this world. Small, pestering, and ash-covered black. In such small minds, lurking to connive. Grinning in silent spite. Satisfaction in slow, deliberate actions. I never dared stepped on one. I didn't want to have to scrape the sole of my shoes on to the side of the road. That's too much effort, I thought. But lately the narrow alley ways have been infested. Ash-covered black. Now I have this irking desire to step on one. Just one. Just one rat. Slow, steady, and heavy step. A gush sound, a push out. Then I won't scrape it off the side of the road. I'll walk around with it. Show off the soles, and smile.