#pestilent

This here is the OC that I mentioned I will use in the piece I will write for you.

I want to talk to myself about how happy I am instead of how my heart is slowly tearing

I want to feel seen instead of feeling lost

But right now all I can do is cry to the cosmos and hope one day my eyes are filled with tears of happiness instead of sorrow

Written by me

    Where we almost, nay more than married are.     —John Donne

Pearl egg of fly intimates the curve of larva, its spine and claw point. The cellophane shell, brittle pupa blanket where the almost fly

lies like a spring. Coiled and tensile, its exertions will tear the sheet. Six black legs flutter against the dry christening gown, I see his lambent eyes

cloistered in these living walls of jet.

Small glider, his veined wings are sheer parasols, gauzy skirts that admit the light. The orange down of his pelvis beneath this architecture, blood is the adhesive

fastening flight, my sleek aviator presses his sucker feet to my lips. How little he denies me, the drone in my ear and he swarms my heart if one

two light steps from the tips of my fingers he bows his head and makes a violin,

or hovers behind me when I circle the floor, lonely, he rests on shoulder, elbow, to stare at me with swollen eyes,

darkling, drop of ink. A currant in the sugar dish, he models in the painted flowers, black eye of Susan, blunt thorn—he delights in my decadence,

the slippery floor, tiles, and stairs haunted with illness: my sensual life and his intersect. He comes on the wing of another spring, in slicks of grey water, the pendant sun.

to navigate what is unknown to me, patiently, he regards the chrysalis of skin that envelops

the arched veins. Incurious and constant, he is used to waiting for the modest blush, the rustle of disrobing

the hush. Of silks unfolding, of gossamer veils drawn as tenderly as breath, from the fluent sea of one blood made of two, the sweetness of his pestilent kiss.

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The Fly

Lynn Crosbie  (B.1963)

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PESTILENT - Sadistic Pre-Murder Envenomation

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Cast out a pestilent person from the council, and strife shall go out with him; for when he sits in the council he dishonours all. [Brenton Septuagint Translation]

Cast out the one who ridicules, and conflict will go out with him, and accusations and insults will cease. [Catholic Public Domain Version]

Get rid of a conceited person, and then there will be no more arguments, quarreling, or name-calling. [Good News Translation]