7th Of The Month, by T.R.

T.R.

7th Of The Month

I walked in as I did every 7th of the month

And as I caught up on the situation,

I noticed a fly go into the room.

The fly landed on the wall

Where the stains of the previous attempt blackened the walls.

And I wept as would a child without their mother.

As it bounced off and approached the next

I wept as if it come for me

And it did as I knew it would. And I knew.

I feel this way because i just lost my best friend

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