What the Fly Saw

 

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,

Devoured me.

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.

The End

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