The End is Near
These flies provoke me
The end is near, I can feel it
Hatching all around me.
Buzzing past my face, in my hair, down my hall
They signal decay somewhere close
I am lost to find their source.
The infestation continues
I will kill them > kill them all
Before I allow my life to be so consumed
by these loathsome creatures on my walls.
One rogue pregnant fly brought this disaster
I swear on my grave I will kill them faster.
Red swatter, blue swatter, here this one’s for you swatter
Sticky tape, gooey drapes to end your days: the end is near.
One more time fly by my ear
I’ll squash you silly and drink my beers.
by Ava Hypatia
Paul Scribble at d’Verse Poet Pub challenge us to write about “The End”.