the flies in my shower

I dont mind the flies in my shower because I’m moving out in four days.

When I tilt my head back, I look up to see that they come to this damp place just to die.

The flies roam around, passing their dead peers.

Knowing their fate.

Humans put in all the effort to make sure we don’t come off as nonchalant as the flies in my shower do.

We try to make death graceful.

Death is not graceful.

It makes us falter. Drops us to our hands and knees.

But we put on the black dress. We pay our respects.

And then the next day it’s over.

Death is death. Whether or not we want to admit it.

Some die as we continue to live.

However, unlike the flies in my shower, we carry the one’s we’ve lost with us.