Verse: Feast

(NB: The muses dictated that I should write this as you see it. I protested that it was much like work I've done before, but they ignored my argument and eventually won out)

Uninvited
as always
they arrive

buzzing
like a halo
of flies

I swat
at them
but they
persist

I open
the door
and more
flood in

I try
to sweep them up
but they disperse
like dust

covering my walls
slipping between my sheets
they swallow me
and sated, sleep

never knowing that
when they awake
I will be gone