Dead Fly

I found a dead fly
Under the sole of my shoe
Sqaushed flat

I was worried about it
Until i realised
They weren't my shoes

Sunday Evening

I turned off the light
And lay naked on the floor

nothing

I pressed my face against the carpet
And held my breath

nothing

I crept blindly down the stair
And paced the hall barefoot

nothing

I went to the door
Opened it wide and peeped out

nothing

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