I walk out of the kitchen.
I refuse to let the shiny grotesque bodies invade my psyche.
I am motionless while planning my escape.
Scratch, scratch, scurry, scurry.
I have been invaded.
I am not alone.
Noone must know my nightmare.
Their collective minds invade my insecurities.
As I squash one I am reminded of my power only to
see ten more invade my space and mock my tranquillity.
I desend into madness
Alone.
I run into the bathroom.
I feel a million eyes watching me.
I must escape.
They laugh and taunt my fruitless barriers.
Who will save me from these urban parasites?
I spray and spray.
Scrub and clean.
Emit deadly toxins into the air.
To lose a war I cannot win.
To my industrialized acclimated foe.
The Cockroach.
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COOL title! it hooked me to read more
at first i wpondered if the twist would be that the bug was writing a poem about the people, as i imagiune we look as grotesque to them as they do to us, lol... VERY well done, consistantly builds to a climatic ending!!!
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Climactic
I love your "descent into madness." Fighting a losing battle against what you finally bring yourself to call- "The cockroach." Again, your finishing line delivers the exact right punch and expression to end your poem. Perfect timing.
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....Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww...
sorry, I really hate bugs!!!! But this is a very nice piece, it shows the vulnerability and the rising panic. Very nice, and thank you for the comment on my work, it is much appreciated 
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like that "fruitless barriers" gives a real sense of vulnerability to this piece... great work..keep on keeping on!!! lol
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Somebody Call The Exterminator.
I kinda thought it was bugs from the beginning because that's how I feel when they are around me. It's cool how you have such a profound and deep sounding invasion of yourself which turns out to be cockroaches though. Very awesome.
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Nice write and build-up. Love the twist at the end, I never would have imagined it was talking about a roach but once I read it I realized I have an aunt who could have written the exact same poem (albeit likely not as well.) Nice job.
By the way, I noticed one spelling error "psyche" towards the beginning. Easy enough to fix.
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I tried to keep the reader guessing that I was writing about bugs
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