The Fly

Fly: move through the air using wings.


The fly was too close, his wings were burning. And before he knew it he was dead.

His companion looked on in horror, but, realising his mistake too late, crashed and burned also.

The third, unable to tear his eyes away, followed the same fate.

It was an endless fucking procession.

It was simply time.




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