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Friday, August 29, 2008

The Flies

I sleep with the flies
like a corpse
Death shrouded in the scent
that attracts life.
They wait patiently
for when I bleed to death
they will use my gift
to sustain their hunger.
To them it'll be just a snack
but I bet I'll taste good
filling like a whole meal.
A bloody steak
and a bottle of Dutch Gin.
mmm

B.H.

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