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.
