trio raze i watched them work in concert — three hungry flies feasting on the hot black mess of something i couldn't name, swallowing death so they could keep themselves alive a little longer. each one a different colour. a fierce biter, a common green bottle, and a buffalo gnat. whatever their breakfast was, they made short work of it, leaving behind a faint stain that could have passed for the damage done by a clump of wet soil if i didn't know better. i can only hope the winged thing that's eating me is as thorough and willing to clean up after itself as those three were. 220825 what's it to you? who go blather from