Flies

 Flies crawled in through the cracks

And nibbled away when I was

Bound by convention.

Flies crawled into the creases

Of my eyes, darkening sight,

Leaving fly specks. As flies will

They multiplied a buzzing

Until I couldn’t hear.

Bit by bit, they fed

Upon my heat, left

Me bloated, blind,

And though I groped

I could not lift

These swollen hands

To caulk my life.