Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.


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” Buzz”

I saw a fly hover

 As she died.

 I wonder if it smelt

The death that lingered.

 Or was it just attracted

 To the heat of so many bodies

 In a little room.

The fly lands on her

 Head humming into her

Ear a jaunty tune.

The doctor sweeps his hand

To shoo it away and leave

 Her at peace.

 Soon, she dies, but little

 Do others know, death stopped

 For two that day, as I

 Wipe my hand on my pants.

Written by uncannynerdyguy

February 7, 2010 at 1:40 pm

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  1. sharp,

    beautiful writing!


    February 7, 2010 at 2:25 pm

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