In the kitchen,

hovering over my dinner.

At the table,

pestering, landing on my finger.

In my bedroom, 

zigzagging across my duvet.

On my pillow,

finding home in the decay.

In the shower,

like water, they reach every inch.

I now bathe clothed.

Every thought grows a horrid stench.

In my mind,

cradled, is a rotting memoir

Buzzing within, swarm...

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