[Please note: This is a poem that I wrote myself. Please don't copy or use without asking me. thanx!]
The Circle of Life
She sits on the ground,
Legs open.
The bowl lies adjacent to her feet.
Flies gather at the rim of the bowl,
Treating themselves to the stale bread and emerald-colored water.
They whisper among themselves, sharing secrets and indulging.
The flies eat her eyes,
Embracing life.
Legs open.
The bowl lies adjacent to her feet.
Flies gather at the rim of the bowl,
Treating themselves to the stale bread and emerald-colored water.
They whisper among themselves, sharing secrets and indulging.
The flies eat her eyes,
Embracing life.
