Fruit Fly by Lolly Vieira
I wrote this poem about my abusive ex.
the fruit fly makes a buzzing sound as he slips past my ear
my left eye twitches in frustration
I’m not sure how long he has been in my kitchen
it feels like years, but I know he doesn’t live that long
a fiend for rot, he is drawn to the browning bananas on the countertop
he zips by again on the other side of my head
and my angry, flesh-covered phalanges swipe at him
unsuccessfully
I try to calm myself with a deep breath in
but just then he comes by and tickles my nose
hot air and an exasperated cry flood from my face
grasping my notebook, I move to the living room
and turn on the ceiling fan that hangs over the wrinkled leather couch
certainly, the gusts of wind should deter him
but they don’t, he’s a persistent nuisance that chooses
to brush against my eyelashes while I take a sip from my mug
disturbing every inch of my personal space
invading my home and mind
beating my peace to a pulp with his tiny wings
my anger seems to only encourage him
yet complacency is his green light to rest on my shoulder
out of all the vacant rooms in this house
all the miles of sky outside
he has chosen to pester me all day
to mock me, tease me, so easily
he reminds me of you
About the Creator
Lolly Vieira
Welcome to my page where I make sense of all the facets of myself through poetry and short stories.
I'm an artist of many mediums and strive to know and do better every day.
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