Beetle Wife

[AndyBryant123]

( I wrote this poem about an incident of domestic violence I witnessed a few months ago that left me traumatized, I am comparing the violence to when boys smash bugs ) 

beetle wife. smash her with thumbs and 
watch red ooze onto the skin. lick it off 
if you want, tastes like summer.                     Im not sure I understand these lines
antennas burned, shrinking like matchsticks 
wings ripped off and blown away with breath 

I am reminded of the meat market, plastic 
baskets full of raw meat bathed in blood              I like this, crazy imagery                 
the silence sprawls across us / my mouth is stunned