Winging It

Poetry prompt: FLY

Pretty, shiny, graceful and elegant
Ladies pretending to die to avoid sex
That's the dragon fly

Alighting high and low
To the screams and shudders of many
Is the humble house fly

Mandible in succulent flesh
Pathologic souvenirs of exotic places
Courtesy of the bot fly

Swarming hot and bearers
Of viruses that can't be eradicated
Power of the sand fly

Living more than the mythical day
Visiting carrions and shit all the way
That is the may fly

Yeah, most people wrote about the verb fly. My brain went noun first, fml.

You Can Never Outrun Your Shadow

Run, run, baby
Run, run
Til your heart gives out
And your knees break apart
Like a child's toy at the end of childhood

Run, run, baby
Run, run
Out of the cage of hope and denial
Black blue flesh hidden under thick skin
Craving the kiss of misery

Run, run, baby
Run, run
Til the end of the round Earth
Ending up where you began
Writing secrets with your tears

Run, run, baby
Run, run
Breath has deserted you
Deflated lungs scrying your death
Essence of the stars returning home