fly

I looked up at the

roof

a black dot

which moved

and crawled

and flew.

Somewhere in the background

there was yelling

but I wasn't

paying much

attention

the black dot was

alive if you hadn't

gotten that clue

and it made an irritating

buzz

buzz

and I watched it fly

across the four

walls

which faintly

masked the slamming and shutting

of the doors

and the desks

and the counters

of the hands

and  the hands

the hands.

but the black dot

didn't care

much for the noise

and it continued to fly past

my ears

and eyes and taunt

me with it's insufferable

buzz

buzz

and fly

and fly

and I  couldn't

take my eyes off

or lose focus

on that pesky

black dot

because then

I'd lose it, and I'd

focus on the

yelling which had turned

into screaming and less slamming

the slamming had turned

into breathing

which was heavy with

anger

and suppressed rage

I wondered if they

had also heard

the faint

buzz

buzz 

of the little black dot

too, because I'd

felt the same way

they'd felt.

Buzz, though

it still buzzed

and I watched it fly

and fly

around the room

it's taunting wings

beating against

each other,

and finally

I stood up, and

grabbed a cup,

and took my time

before hitting the dot

it's body hitting the ground

and somewhere in the background

my _______ did, too.

It was silent then, and I sighed

and for a moment, it

felt like whatever was

going on outside of me

and the black dot, 

didn't exist, it wasn't

real, but I then

look down at

the black dot,

and faintly

oh, so faintly

I heard a 

buzz,

buzz.

Author's Note

I'm not sure if it showed but I left the "mothers" name blank as a way to show how the speaker blocked out anything negative, not even assuming the "black dot" as a fly or ever actually commenting on the violence happening outside of the room.

Reviews

[Ern M. Yoshimoto]

this was a tough poem. it takes one back to childhood where their parents are fighting and you are trying to distract yourself. the black dot is an ominous symbol, but it was an escape for the persona. juxtaposing the fly and the shouting in the other room really places the reader in that feeling and situation. it was frighteningly well done.
i would add something in that blank space for clarity's sake, if you decide to edit the poem.
but besides that it was a riveting read. your way of exploring very uncomfortable situations is peerless.

[maya_online]

As always, Ern, thank you so much for your review!

[John the Baptist]

Actually, the fly may have been better company than the people.

[maya_online]

which is how I was hoping it would sound, like usually flies are horrible but in this situation, I wouldn't mind.

[cain_notfound]

From the way you never call it a fly but titling it fly, only hinting at the fact that that's what it is, or leaving the mothers name empty, the use of repeating "buzz buzz" always twice though, and never once, or even the background arguing between what seems like only a faint reminder to the speaker, its, what I'm assuming are parents, and I mean...everything you've done in this writing is just...lovely.

You've been offline for a minute but you came back with such a bang, I hope this isn't real and only based off of fiction but if it is...the way you can source your feelings into writing is...wow.

[maya_online]

Cain, thank you for your review, and your undeserved compliment, always a pleasure to hear from you !

M