FLY EATER 2018-10-25 / ILLUSTRATED STORIES / buzz, fly, heart, heartbeat, thought, wing / By CorchoGrendel Flies are so bothersome. Always buzzing. They don’t let me think. They distract me and I hate them. Where do you think you are going? Go back to your place! I’m scared. I’m hungry. Fear gives me hunger. I’m always eating. I’m always scared. Because I no longer know if I am the one who thinks, the one who sees. I have flies in the eyes. I have flies in the hair. I have them in the brain. Eating no more scares me. What if I don’t exist? What if the flies are the ones that exist in my place? I hate them. I hate having them haunting me. I hate their buzz. But they are my food. If they escape from my eyes I go blind. If they escaped from my hair, if they stopped haunting me, it would be my worst nightmare. Would my mind go blank? Would there be anything left of me? I don’t want to know. And that is why I hate flies. With all my heart. Because at least I know my heart is mine. But what use do I have for a heart? What use do I have for a heart? If I cannot even be sure that my thoughts are mine. That my dreams are mine.
