Sometimes you survive off crickets

I watch the cricket
As it hops about
In search of sustenance
But I know what will happen
If I don't get my hands on it soon
The cricket will become my meal
And I'll be able to savor its flavor
With a satisfying crunch

As I approach it,
Its tiny wings start flapping in fear
But I don't care
I'll take it down anyway
With a quick swipe of my hand

I crush it underfoot
And watch as its squirming body turns to mush
I can feel the excitement welling up inside me
And I can't wait to savor every last bit

As I take a bite,
I can taste the cricket "meat"
It tastes a little salty but still quite bland
But I don't care
I'm savoring my meal now
And nothing will bring me down

As I chew on the cricket,
Its texture is a little off-putting
But I don't care
I'm getting my fill now
And nothing will stop me from finishing it

This was a poetic tale from the city of Lazarus, A dystopian metropolis half sunken in the sea, along with ai art created with stable diffusion / Midjourney ai browser applications, inspired by the words of the poem. War and climate change took its toll on this and every other city we know. This is one of many short tales of a young woman ("the narrator") and her daily life surviving in the ruble of the modern world.
I am adding individual poems to a collection that I plan on eventually publishing into an ebook.

Thank you for reading.

💔Here are a few links to some of the other poems about the dystopian City of Lazarus:

• @concreteshallows/two-sleep-themed-poems-cold

• @concreteshallows/ketchup-soup-a-poem-not

• @concreteshallows/to-dream-past-the-darkness