One morning, Greta Samsa awoke transformed into a giant cockroach. Suddenly shunned, disgusting.
No one tried to help her afterward. Nor did anyone try to prevent this beforehand—even though she attempted to explain how the vermin operated stealthily in the shadows, infesting her home, quietly living off her, and leaving filth behind.
No one cared when she voiced her grievances because no one believes what they can’t see. And no one knows how, when exposed by light, they all creep out of their dark corners at once. Then they crawl all over your body, violating, infecting with their pestilence. Silencing.
Sad reflection on society today. Well written.
Excellent. Classic horror and relevant.