Droning buzzes fill the room

when I step foot onto the block.

A thousand flies encircle me 

on staggered steppes to the ceiling, 

and I see them hissing, jeering, screaming

with proboscises warped to form black lips. 

Their countless eyes follow me

as I fidget, scratching my keloid wrist 

and opening my mouth to speak. 

The only sound that leaves 

is a meek and faltering buzz.