Black Beetles

black beetles creeping down the walls
eyes stare out
nothing behind them except everything
nothing behind them at all

black beetles clickety-click-cuhlicking along
ash curlicues
swirls and slithers through my veins
dancing pearls down my veins
alphabet ash moves slow out my veins
my veins as roads to pure thought

black beetles skittering right out the walls
there’s numbness and pride
or disgust and shame
they all reflect identical faces
mirror to mirror
infinity feedback loop
there’s numbness and shame weeping
until the muddy earthen vessel overflows
melts through the side
melts holes out the side
pours and flows out the holes

black beetles slip and fall to their backs
slipping and wishing they all could go back
back up and over and in
back over my chin past my teeth and my throat
black beetles wanting just to go back home

tara caribou | ©2020

Read this and more in my poetry book, Fallen Star Rising.

47 thoughts on “Black Beetles

        1. LOL – there’s nothing wrong with spiders. My rule is, they’re only allowed inside if they pay rent or carry their weight (ie: catching flies or mosquitoes). If not, they’re out. Oh, and they aren’t allowed in my bedroom lol

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  1. This piece, for me, shows how developed your work has become. I like the macabre tone and lyricalness. Hints Of Dahl, and I love the tantalising threat of hopelessness flanked by the need to go on and show, and do. Beetles seem to be a perfect fit too, anything else might not have the same impact…..maybe spiders, but I prefer your choice!

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    1. Thanks Mark. I appreciate your insight. And yes, they were definitely beetles. I’ve played around a bit with writing, well, sort of like you do, in that my words have underlying meanings. There’s the surface… and then there’s the underneath stuff.


      1. The underneath is the best part, people can reappropriate the words and the images, but i love how there will always be the writer’s bedrock. Thank you for sharing, loving those beetles and their creepy hi-jinks!

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    1. It definitely had meaning at the time. I was depressed for one thing. I also have bouts of intense self-doubt and -hatred. In those times, I wonder why I say anything at all. No one is listening, so why say it. That’s, at least, part of it.

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  2. Sometimes I think we are all black beetles! Climbing the walls wishing to get back on our feet!!

    By the way, I checked out your book on Kindle and all I got was a cover. I could not turn the pages.

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      1. I went back and reloaded it. It still did not turn the page from the cover, but when I went to the Go To and clicked on the chapters they came up and the pages turned. Not sure why it did not turn from the title. Thanks Dwight

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