Young Writers Society

Just an FYI, I know this still needs alot of work. I might just turn this into a story, since it does sound like prose.



Invisibility's Benefits

A fly on the wall watches all,
observes the crowd.
Around they go
smiling painted smiles and quoting rehearsed lines.
Their ostensible self absorbency is overbearing.

These are the ones born into luxury.
“The good life” one might say.
They don’t know what I know.
They don’t know what lies in my memories.

Some say a fly doesn’t know much.
They’re wrong.
I know how these people live.
The luxuries will cause their downfall.

One in particular catches my eye.
She sits there,
pouting and moaning,
making excuses to compensate her behavior.
I see her walk to a door
expecting it to open for her.
God forbid she would have to lift a finger on her overly manicured hands.
Her incompetent behavior causes me to laugh.
She thinks she is so fabulous,
strutting as she walks down the stairway
in her bright red stilettos.
Well no worry.
One day it’ll all come back to her,
like a sharp boomerang.
Life will provide a harsh awakening.
And on that day I’ll be there, smirking.
Watching as fate resets the balance.

I watch the incompetent one for a while.
Then buzz off.
My wings humming in the ears of a passerby.
I pass more clones of the incompetent one.
Same attitude,
same lack of consciousness.
They are the worker ants,
the drones,
that do the queen’s bidding.
Don’t they realize that there is more to the world
than their minute lives?
No, they lack that basic common sense.

The only consolation I have
Is that I am not one of them.
The lives they lead are not like my own.
I stand aside and watch them.
A fly among ants.

I breathe a sigh of relief.
For this is not my reality.