The Case of the High Fly

Written for:  the Sunday Whirl, Wordle #600

Words:  switch, martyr, fly, battle, gasping, strip, bones
        Shatters, altar, bottle, flatter, crawl

Fly made the mistake
of coming inside.
He gasped, he knew
we would not abide.
Luckily he didn’t crawl
or we’d have bottled him
and that would be all.
On the altar of war
he lost the battle-
he faltered, thought he saw
flypaper strips with
skull and bones.  
Rattled and hallucinating, was he. 
What did he take? 
Not testosterone,
it would not shatter 
his mind on its own.  
Alas, the switch of life 
was turned off, 
but he became a martyr
to the Trapped Fly Cause.

About purplepeninportland

I am a freelance poet, born and bred in Brooklyn, New York. I live with my husband, John, and two charming rescue dogs–Marion Miller and Murphy. We spent eight lovely years in Portland, OR, but are now back in New York. My goal is to create and share poetry with others who write, or simply enjoy reading poetry. I hope to touch a nerve in you, and feel your sparks as well.
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