Persistent Flies

I hate flies, I really hate them, particularly persistent ones that hang in a room and make the air feel bad to breathe. I hate the way they rise from bins, making a hum, and the way they loiter with intent around food. I hate the way they well up like thick black rain from hot faeces. I hate “The Fly” particularly when played by Goldblum. I hate the sight of maggots. I loathe those horrible hanging around hovering flies waiting to land. I detest the ones that start to move when they think you aren’t looking. I really hate the ones that land on you when you have your eyes closed.

Flies our corpses consume.

Flies are a reason I love winter.