Your world

I’m in your world. 

Do you care?

I know you see me.

Do you know what I am?

You fell centimeters from my nose.

Was that real?

A blob?

A blur?

A piece of fuzz?

You’re in my world.

Crawling across my desk.

So small I barely saw you.

Your small white body scurrying somewhere.

Do I kill you?

Or let you go?

You’re in my world now.

Or am I still in yours.

Towering over you?

There is this thing inside my body.

Much smaller than you. 

Reeking havoc.

Does it know it’s there?

Does it care?

I tower over it too. 

It’s in my world.

Should it kill me?

Or let me go?

Is my body really its world?

The havoc, to it, is just a fun frolic?

A rump in the bloodstream?

Something so much smaller than you,

bring humans to their knees.