Flies
I've watched you brush off flies for years
Sometimes allowing them to linger and feed off your sweetness
Sometimes swatting them into splattered spots
I am happy to be your butterfly as you tell me, though I fear I will just be another fly.
You keep my wings painted, and I will keep the vomit off my hands
This love that keeps the flowers blooming
Copyright © Anna Nomaly | Year Posted 2022
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