edward

clinging,

he hangs by sticky feet

from the ceiling tile.

strong,

nigh indestructable,

he watches from above

surveying his surroundings,

plotting,

planning,

waiting.

i noticed him days ago,

but only just gave him his name,

for he's kept me company

from the wee hours of the morning

until at last

i take my overtime headache home.

he is edward,

my little office stink bug,

and he is dead.