The Humming
Aug 27, 2017 · 1 min read
how is it
that every night,
the tiny wings
of fruit flies
find their way
into my room?
what lures them
through the darkness
when there’s nothing
sweet in sight?
unless you count
the warmth
from my skin.
how is it
that every night,
the tiny wings
of fruit flies
find their way
into my room?
what lures them
through the darkness
when there’s nothing
sweet in sight?
unless you count
the warmth
from my skin.