Flies in their Eyes
Silence is loud. It says all the words unspoken. It’s full of thoughts kept unshared.
Silence is heavy. It weighs you down with nothing. It holds you with a non-existent grip.
The flies kept the silence from screaming. Filling the air with their constant buzz.
Laila was ready to face the swarms. She remembered the way they swarmed around her family. So many, millions of legs and wings, so many, she couldn’t make out their faces anymore. Like vultures to a carcass. Squirming their way into their eyes, blinding them with their fluttering wings.
Flies in their eyes.
Laila was ready to face the swarms. She remembered the way they swarmed around her friends. So many, millions of legs and wings, so many, she couldn’t make out their faces anymore. Like vultures to a carcass. Squirming their way into their brain, infecting them with their disease.
Flies in their minds.
Now they all wore the same expression.
Now they all walked in the same step.
It was her time now. She was the only one left untouched. So alone. She sat down as they flew towards her, taking one last look around.
The sun filtered through the clouds shining upon the earth.
She noticed the flowers peeking out of the cracks in the sidewalk.
She threaded her fingers through the grass, loving the way it felt.
Then the swarms were upon her. Infecting her with their disease. Blinding her with their fluttering wings.
Like vultures to a carcass.
Flies in her mind.
Flies in her eyes.
This is a story about how at one point in our lives we all feel left out, or different. Like we don’t quite fit in. But I twisted it up a bit in the spirit of Halloween.