A Million Angry Flies

A million flies blind my view

Their swarming black bodies buzz against me

I can feel their sick warmth

They are all I can hear

All I can


I walk

In search of an exit

The more I move

The more aggrivated they become

Their buzzing changes tone

Landing en-masse on my pasty skin

Vibrating their wings so rapidly

I begin to melt gradually

I close my eyes in absolute



The buzzing stops

I open my eyes


A pure white horizon

Burnt out silver sun

I see her silhouette


I swear I can hear harps

Author: Jack Bennett

Motorcyclist and Poet Riding and writing

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