Among Flies

The form may have changed...but, the wolf still remains. Flies fasten around encompassing what was once green now becomes black. A rampant brood of flies like smoke. The boy chokes as the flies waltz down his throat. With these silent words flies cease like I beckoned millions of tiny wings. The buzz detours to screaming now the flies ardently shriek! The oscillating waves leave the boys mind. The tide murmurs "I'll see you soon...in due time!"