Standing barefoot in my sandals under a lamppost on the cobblestones.
The light flickering.
There’s a sound,
like hundreds of little legs running.
Metallic little clicks,
I feel them more than see them.
In the space between the cobblestones.
There is a low humming sound to.
They are so small…
Even so, the anxiety makes me stand perfectly still.
There is no insects like these. Can’t be.
They march along like miniature soldiers.
I feel cold metal on my feet.
Crawling up my legs.
A sudden pain,
Then nothing more.