I hate the buzz of the black winged beasts because they revel in taunting me. Round and round they go until they land on my ear. Only to raise their voices and reminisce over what they’ve seen. They are filth with no respect for those once were. They won’t let me forget. They laugh and giggle when describing that day. One said “Oh, how I love my meals cold and he was my favorite” I swipe and swipe, but they always return. Their dirty feet make my ear itchy when they land. Just as I go to scratch, they fly to the other side. Another said “Don’t worry, he wasn’t alone. I left my children to keep him company.” My anger rises, but mostly at myself. Their words would be nothing, if not for my mistake. Even when the undrinkable rain falls, they don’t retreat. “When you said goodbye, why didn’t he reply?” Please. Stop. “The strong smell of a meal, it hits harder than a fly swatter” … “Oh dear, was the look on his face disappointment or fear?” I can only avoid them, if I run forward without looking back. I’ll let them be my fuel When my legs become weary and slow. No matter how far I go, I’ll always hate flies Because of the day I had to say goodbye
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