To the Housefly I killed

Today I killed you.

And I add that in my portfolio.

For you aren’t an easy target.

You’re swift and dynamic.

And I am proud I killed you.

Why? You sat on my food.

Where else you had been?

In dirt and decayed?

You go on the ripe and the rotten,

On the food and the feces alike.

You may haven’t suck my blood,

Nor you have bitten me hard.

But you spoiled my needs,

You soiled my dreams,

So I killed you.

You did hurt me.

You took away

What I needed the most

When I wanted it so badly.

So I killed you.

You aren’t the romantic “fly”

As you had been for Blake.

You’re the nuisance.

You and your tiny maggots

Are disgusting in my eyes.

So I killed you.

You ruptured my rapture.

You forcefully withdrew my plate.

You left my hedonic hunger unfed.

So I killed you

And you’re the crime

I do not regret.

About the author: Rashida Muneer Chalilakath is a PhD scholar at the Dept. of English, Providence Women’s College.