Delayed
The buzz of the fly trapped in an open house.
An artificial cylinder tips in the whisper of the open windows.
Three months of one sided conversations.
The day the door wider ajar with anticipation.
A disturbance like a celebration interrupted.
Darkness locks behind, webs but a vail.
Silence a future unknown.
_inspired by Slyvia Plath's "The Couriers"
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