Feasting Flies

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Buzzing they form a halo

She wears them like her cross

Pulsating, festering, beating

Coveting her like a prize

She smells sickly sweet

Out there in the sun

Her slow breathing

Cuts through me

Seizing my heart

Chilling me to the bone

She stumbles through a fog

Black, terrible and buzzing

She can’t see herself

Or the hole she crawls into

A soft sobbing pierces the swarm

She won’t wander alone

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