Come the Flies

It’s feeding time
Come the flies
I’m not waving them away
encased now with living black cloak and fears
I’m swarmed by regret
My punishment suffocation
Tiny feet and wings upon my tongue
Crawling down my throat
I want to gag and expel the horde
But I deserve this infestation
I clench my mouth shut
My excrement on the inside
Heart, soul, and mind
Filled with the dung of misdeeds
Putrid bed for eggs to be laid
And soon come the maggots
devouring the sin inside of me