Thursday, 8 October 2015

Errant Fly

Errant fly
I don't know why
You zoomed into my mouth as I was running
Was it a premeditated act of cunning?

Or did my ill-timed intake of breath...
Draw you, buzzing, to your death?
And as you travelled towards my gut

I think we both wished, I'd kept my mouth shut.

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