I swear,
it came from nowhere!
Just as I leaned over the sink to wash my face,
it seemed to fly up out of the drain.
I jumped back in surprise,
while it calmly landed on the sink’s curved bottom.
I contemplated squishing it; but before I could follow through,
it flew up in front of my face.
Instinctively, I reached out and caught it.
Feeling it trapped within my fingers,
fluttering,
I squeezed for good measure.
Nails, too long to gracefully play the piano,
dug into my palms.
My fingers sprang open.
It fell into the sink,
twitching.
I quickly turned on the tap
to wash the fly down the drain
from where it came —
The sooner to rid us both
of the misery I put it in.
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