Zheani’s Fly Bye

She told me again and again,

You don’t know us, so cry instead.

I see the world is broken, dead.

Steel knife turns, the fate it read.

The writing is on the wall,

Itching, etching on the wall.

The shit in a bathroom stall.

These flies, to them I call.

Eat my cake, and have it all.

Used to clean, a ragged doll.

A stone stiff, ten inches tall.

To myself, I shall fall.

She told me again and again,

You don’t know us, so cry instead.

I see the world is broken, dead.

Steel knife turns, the fate it read.