Like Insects, Like Ghosts

come to me in droves of
transparent wings—
like flies, swarming about
rotting fruit in a bowl by
an opened window;

 

 

an abandoned still-life of
carrion sweets
enjoyed by the
jaundice, plump bodies of
newly hatched
maggots crawling through
the sunlit mush

 

 

take me in your
putrid fingers and eat me
in sticky handfuls,
like honey spilled on
the kitchen counter

 

 

stick to me, like the disembodied
sounds of buzzing behind
my ears….

 

 

i attract you, like insects,
like ghosts
writhing in my own
skin

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