Free Write (Week 5)

This foul ladybug screams my name
near my bedroom window
I heard her vigorous buzzing
from her loud vacuum of sex
it must be mating time
walking outside with just the skin of my feet
the desolate worm crept between my toes
slimy, grimy, but comfortable
that's how it felt
looking into the moon's eyes
I started to feel a connection
then quickly looked away
heading back upstairs
I adjust my frustrated pillow
kick my ignorant socks off the bed
and dream about happy pickles.