Matthew the Beetle

Matthew the beetle died in a basement. In between dry tomb of files he agonized. Between loosely packed correspondence and billing he curled up thirsty and alone.

Matthew the beetle's leg was found first. It fell on the table when the law student went searching for some insight. She found him in the next file.

"Poor Matthew," she hesitated. His agony extended without water or light. His death was slow. His justice unwarranted.

The law student didn't hesitate long enough to wonder why either. She never wondered who condemed Matthew to an early grave. Such ruthless agony, poor Matthew never had a chance.