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Little things

by adhdkitty

Not even flys know When doors swing open That opportunity is knocking They just enter - Ignoring the fact that Even living comes with a cost The window cracks open A sleepy six year old Drools in the back seat Face full of sweat Eyes rolling back in her head Thumb on the switch A welcoming invite For the Lone sky surfer Trusting the little girl It enters The radio crackles In and out of frequency But the fly hears no sound The fly doesn't see the little girl As little The fly doesn't even see the little girl As girl The fly just enters The fly has no fears Risking its life For curiosity Its days are numbered Soon it pings at the window Trying desperately to escape As the little girl swats at it Its small body Much smaller than hers Tires quickly It's frail wings tear The girl smiles a sense of accomplishment As the tiny bug Clings to it's last limbs of life A tall brunette returns to the car Releasing the fly just in time
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