Under the stones life writhes blind, insistent, clung to damp sedimentary hardness, scratching flat scabs of earth. Woodlice ball resentful, oppose encroaching light, earthworms sense our presence reject it, press their eyeless heads inside crumbled ground, ladybirds trickle like blood drops down crevices leaving ravenous aphids thick on rose stems their miniscule jaws buried deep in the art of desecration, human fingers intrude, wreak havoc upset the squirming status quo and the ants bite back; hence we return the rocks to terra firma, abandon all explorations, leave the bugs to their underworld, allow them space to remake their darkness.
Suzi Mezei is a Sri Lankan born Australian writer. She lives on Kulin land. Her work appears in anthologies and journals such as Hecate Journal, Aniko Press and Cordite and has been published overseas. She is the recipient of some writing awards. A recent vicious bout of covid has left her without a sense of smell or taste but strengthened her relationship with Netflix. Suzi is researching a novella and growing lettuce indoors.