Thursday, 21 January 2021

 Buzzing 


I can hear the flies buzzing

since I died.

In life I could shoo them away,

open a window 

to persuade them through,

though usually they were

too stupid

to grasp the chance of freedom

offered and escape.

Now there is no window to be 

opened.

This is a closed space.

Eternal night.

No possibility

of freedom,

or escape.

Not for me.

Not for them.


https://www.amazon.com/Tricksters-Treats-Coming-Charity-Anthology-ebook/dp/B08HDGKJGN/ref=sr_1_1?dchild=1&keywords=trickster%27s%20treats%20%234&qid=1600779071&sr=8-1&fbclid=IwAR3hWBa5b124Nbl8CrLv4srgz0HIPPJqpLIpY0oOvyKjvzYU32B2d4glsf4


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