July 18, 2012
It’s the fly that flew into my ear.
I don’t feel the same with it
and I can’t ignore its buzzing.
Legs are casting tickles down my spine.
The more I tell myself it’ll go away soon,
the more annoyed I notice myself getting.
It was amusing at first.
But now I’m growing weary from its unbroken screeching,
as it tries to escape.
My eardrum maze dooms it impossible to make an exit.
I regret complaining before it was in there,
but I’m starting to forget who I was without it.
It’s becoming entwined with my brain,
scrambling the synapses.
I’m not even sure when she landed or hatched,
and seduced me into letting her come and stay
just a little while.
But I promise when they’re gone
I’ll be better,
and never fall for their lies again.