fly
fly
fly
fly
fly
fly
fly
fly flyflyflyfly
fly
fly fly
fly
fly
fly
fly
fly
fly fly
fly
fly
flies
there are always flies
thick thick clouds of flies
through the pink and the orangethe yellow and blue
and always always in the black
they are always there
flutteringscurrying
flutteringscurrying
little black dots
jumping jumping
bouncing upon my flesh
nibbling at my bones
fluttering scurrying
fluttering scurrying
most of them gather in thick clouds
sometimes small pieces
flies
always
flies
flies
it was the first word that came to me
after all that time of
numbness
stillness
emptiness
that hazethat gray gray gray gray haze of nothing nothing
back when there were no words
very few pictures
just gray gray nothing
nothing
i struggledthinking
trying to get the name
knowing nothing of words
all i had were pictures blurs
haze
gray gray haze
i still tried
trying to get something on my brain and tongue
for a long nothing
nothing
then
something sparked
words came
the first one
that little black dot
flutteringscurrying
flutteringscurrying
then all those little black dots with wings
jumping jumping
flutteringscurrying
flutteringscurrying
flies
flyfliesflies
flies
there are screams and stenches
mud pools and gunfire
scattered bones and flying machines
so much
everywhere
the flies
they never leave
no matter what
never
they are always there
this is where they live
flies
flies
flies
flies
where everything else comes to
die
swat
swat
i used to swat
i used to swipe them away from my flesh
sometimes i would kill the
handfuls of scattered black wings and legs smeared upon my flesh
not often though
for theyre too fast
always jumping and fluttering and scurrying
i used to wonder no one else did
swat
the bodies the others
all around me
why they didnt bother
why they let them
these flies
flutterscurry
flutterscurry
all over their flesh and bones
whywhy
then i too understood
i was just like them
just like the othersmy surrounding neighbors
so many different strangers
yeteach of them
shaved heads
sunken eyes
skeletal frames
palepalepalepale flesh
swatting made no difference
killing made no difference
these flies
kill onetwo come back
they always come back
more more each time
flutterscurry
flutterscurry
some fights get me nowhere
like so many things
i let them flutter scurry
cover me
like flesh
they are waitingflies flies
flies flies
for when nothing moves anymore
when i no longer can
when i no longer want to
they can flutter scurry freelythey are waitingwaiting
flies flies
flies flies
it wont be long now
[spooky]
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