Last Minutes Of A Fly

It was beating itself
against the glass,

it didn’t understand
why
it couldn’t get through.

I was trying to eat breakfast.

It was making those
incessant
buzzing sounds
[they do]
when they are at
wit’s end.

So focused.

It
never
saw it coming.

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