Here In The Obsession

The assumption that I gave birth to flies is true.

A dog crucified.

The fluttering ascends.

Shedding skin to build another.

Let them inherit the horror.

And the shame from which it's made.

I wish I was as pale as you.

Reflecting superman while the host snickers.

We syndicate the poignant arts of mastering the unknown.

Here, in the obsession.