Fly on the Wall

May 6, 2018

Eyes flicker, voices whisper
My tiny legs are glued to the wall
Bodies pace, hearts race
I have the best perspective of them all

 

Fists are flying, eyes are crying
I am forced to watch them brawl
Blackened eyes, lips full of lies
I have the worst perspective of them all






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