She felt them everywhere, all over her skin. It had been years since she had felt like this, but here it was, back with a vengeance. She jumped out of bed and tried walking the circumference o f the room. It hadn’t helped.
You were infested with a bug. The bugs that like to feed on fear of little children and hope to one day be bigger than themselves. These infestations are just another thing in life that people have to deal with. They never go away, you’ll always just be a little kid to them.
GabbyAbby
It was an unbearably hot apartment, if you could even call it an apartment at all. We could not afford to run the small AC unit in the bedroom. It was infested with roaches when we got there. German wood roaches, the kind that get into your electronics: laptops, microwaves, digital alarm clocks. They even manage to invade your refrigerator.I feel sick when I remember that time and that place: a young, sort-of single mother, wanting to be loved, to give love, to move to a place where her child could dream, without bugs, kissed by cool evening air, soft summer breeze.I pray for the mothers who wake every morning in a heat eternal, where the struggle to find easy breath, the burn of their feet to the fire never ends. I would say to them: this ugly place is not your home. It is only a house of wood or brick, and houses, no matter how sturdy they seem, can change.Your home is your heart and I hope there you find a breeze: cool and gentle, to carry you to a knowing of possibility and a belief that things can change: that the world, that this day, can and will be better than all that we can see and know.
It was an unbearably hot apartment if you could even call it an apartment at all. We could not afford to run the small AC unit in the bedroom. It was infested with roaches when we got there, German wood roaches, the kind that get into your electronics: laptops, microwaves, digital alarm clocks. They even manage to invade your refrigerator. I feel sick when I remember that time and that place: a young, sort-of single mother, wanting to be loved, to give love, to move to a place where her child could dream, without bugs, kissed by cool evening air, soft summer breeze. I pray for the mothers who wake every morning in a heat eternal, where the struggle to find easy breath, the burn of their feet to the fire never ends. I would say to them: this ugly place is not your home, it is but a house and houses can change. Your home is your heart and I hope there you find a breeze: cool and gentle, to carry you to a knowing of possibility and a believe that things can change: that the world, that this day can and will be better than all that we can see.
The building was infested. There was ants all around going through holes on the walls and on the floor.
Julio B.
Something has infested my soul.
Full of hate and anger.
As the rage of the flames continue to burn my soul,
my tears streaming down my face help soothe it.
Washing the ashes away.
The money was infested
Infested?
Invested!
Good. That’s better.
Steve O
of fuck do i
care too much
my thoughts
are infested by the nest
of birds who sing their songs
and prognosticators who prefer to sing along
what do i
wish for my time
is there a black or is there not a white
to wish to wit to believe
there is no time
or at least it runs away
or our of the hourglass
matt m
her heart does not know brightness
she lives with the dark
she invested on people
way way back
until she learned that they are all infested
Kit
The entire apartment was infested with them. Creeping, crawling, making strange noises. Pretending that they could fly without wings. Leaving everything rotten, every food product ruined, every can emptied. They were attracted to sugar, to alcohol, to salt, to everything. I didn’t know what to do.
So I called an exterminator.
“Ah, the hipsters,” she chuckled as she surveyed the problem. “I’ll play mainstream pop and have ’em out in no time.”
Belinda Roddie
you can get bugs infested when u bring old blankets home or a used bed frame, when bugs get infetstive then never leave you alone there creepy
Isaac Gagnon
I was infested with diabetes when I was 8 I got very sick and it took over my body I was in th hostpial for days I was so sick
Isaac Gagnon
People can have bed bugs infest their home if they purchase used mattresses or bedding from another person who had an infested home. I would wash all used bedding in hot water and dry on high heat to reduce your chance of bringing them into your home.
She felt them everywhere, all over her skin. It had been years since she had felt like this, but here it was, back with a vengeance. She jumped out of bed and tried walking the circumference o f the room. It hadn’t helped.
You were infested with a bug. The bugs that like to feed on fear of little children and hope to one day be bigger than themselves. These infestations are just another thing in life that people have to deal with. They never go away, you’ll always just be a little kid to them.
It was an unbearably hot apartment, if you could even call it an apartment at all. We could not afford to run the small AC unit in the bedroom. It was infested with roaches when we got there. German wood roaches, the kind that get into your electronics: laptops, microwaves, digital alarm clocks. They even manage to invade your refrigerator.I feel sick when I remember that time and that place: a young, sort-of single mother, wanting to be loved, to give love, to move to a place where her child could dream, without bugs, kissed by cool evening air, soft summer breeze.I pray for the mothers who wake every morning in a heat eternal, where the struggle to find easy breath, the burn of their feet to the fire never ends. I would say to them: this ugly place is not your home. It is only a house of wood or brick, and houses, no matter how sturdy they seem, can change.Your home is your heart and I hope there you find a breeze: cool and gentle, to carry you to a knowing of possibility and a belief that things can change: that the world, that this day, can and will be better than all that we can see and know.
It was an unbearably hot apartment if you could even call it an apartment at all. We could not afford to run the small AC unit in the bedroom. It was infested with roaches when we got there, German wood roaches, the kind that get into your electronics: laptops, microwaves, digital alarm clocks. They even manage to invade your refrigerator. I feel sick when I remember that time and that place: a young, sort-of single mother, wanting to be loved, to give love, to move to a place where her child could dream, without bugs, kissed by cool evening air, soft summer breeze. I pray for the mothers who wake every morning in a heat eternal, where the struggle to find easy breath, the burn of their feet to the fire never ends. I would say to them: this ugly place is not your home, it is but a house and houses can change. Your home is your heart and I hope there you find a breeze: cool and gentle, to carry you to a knowing of possibility and a believe that things can change: that the world, that this day can and will be better than all that we can see.
The building was infested. There was ants all around going through holes on the walls and on the floor.
Something has infested my soul.
Full of hate and anger.
As the rage of the flames continue to burn my soul,
my tears streaming down my face help soothe it.
Washing the ashes away.
The money was infested
Infested?
Invested!
Good. That’s better.
of fuck do i
care too much
my thoughts
are infested by the nest
of birds who sing their songs
and prognosticators who prefer to sing along
what do i
wish for my time
is there a black or is there not a white
to wish to wit to believe
there is no time
or at least it runs away
or our of the hourglass
her heart does not know brightness
she lives with the dark
she invested on people
way way back
until she learned that they are all infested
The entire apartment was infested with them. Creeping, crawling, making strange noises. Pretending that they could fly without wings. Leaving everything rotten, every food product ruined, every can emptied. They were attracted to sugar, to alcohol, to salt, to everything. I didn’t know what to do.
So I called an exterminator.
“Ah, the hipsters,” she chuckled as she surveyed the problem. “I’ll play mainstream pop and have ’em out in no time.”
you can get bugs infested when u bring old blankets home or a used bed frame, when bugs get infetstive then never leave you alone there creepy
I was infested with diabetes when I was 8 I got very sick and it took over my body I was in th hostpial for days I was so sick
People can have bed bugs infest their home if they purchase used mattresses or bedding from another person who had an infested home. I would wash all used bedding in hot water and dry on high heat to reduce your chance of bringing them into your home.