Ants came while I
was asleep.
They took my left
eyebrow.
Carried over and
planted all the hair above my right one. Now, I have just one big
eyebrow. It doesn't feel right.
It's uneven.
Asymmetrical. Odd.
I find myself
leaning to my right side when I talk to people. They say nothing,
don't even seem to notice it. But I know they're are either being
polite or ashamed of my unfortunate face. All in all, I'd rather have
their outright mockery, than a silent pity.
I don't know why the
ants did that. Who told them to? Could it be the King of Ants, whom
I've never heard about? The big shadow cast above my right eye blurs
the answers.
One thing is for
certain though, they're coming for my nostril hair next. They'll put
it inside my ears.
That's why I filled
them up with silicon. Insulation. That'll stop them. Trading some of
my senses is probably worth them leaving me alone.
As for my nostril
hair, it won't be easy finding it, while along with my
nose, it's in the garbage can.
If only the blood
would stop pouring on the paper, I would consider this a clean
victory.