Killing a bug

It wasn't my first time.

As the overpowering currents swept it away
it didn't even have a chance to survive,
no matter how strong the grip, how strong the will.

As the forces swirled, sucking it in
I watched,

It happened before me
in an instant, when I was still unaware,
until the moment right before the faucet was turned off
and what remained
was the stillness.
The currents gone
and life with it.

Then, all of a sudden, it strikes me:


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