The other day the fly came and saw
And I knew what to do.
I only have myself to blame, for
I hit it, with my shoe.
An awful mess,
The fluids spewed.
My endless guilt,
Not as the big fly would the smaller,
But the small fly would the bigger,
From the inside.
Eating away at the bigger’s heart
Allowing blood to spill,
Within its body.
Filling with warm, crimson guilt.
A care free fly flew round the room
Until it’s life was ended.
By a shoe.
I don’t know what to do.