The Flies Are Back
The flies are back..
Every winter i rejoice as the increasingly frigid weather
Eviscerates your species, exfoliates the face of the earth
The soundtrack of my existence is your incessant buzzing
A testament to all of the insects I've bludgeoned
You've been disorderly since the earth was roamed by prehistoric beings
Still have morbid choruses to sing down in the morgue's freezer drawers
Now it's Spring and your time to reign supreme has come again
You invade my privacy, knowing just how to dig your way under my skin
Your children fester in my brain, I claw at my scalp in agony
Creating conflict as patches of flesh turn raw from satiny
I die all over again when i reread each message that you sent to me
The flies are back to claim me as i rot away in the shadowy recesses of her memory
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