Piker Press — Weekly Journal of Arts and Literature
April 27, 2026

Termites

"...I hurry to write these words..."

Termites

I know I am breaking down
The termites of my mind
Devouring the remembrances
Taking pieces of the fabric
That makes up who I am
Leaving it now just dust in the wind
I hurry to write these words
Before they complete the task
All I ask is that you remember me
When I can no longer remember you







Article © Peter Kaczmarczyk. All rights reserved.
Published in the March 4, 2024 issue .
Image(s) are public domain.
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