Greenfly

There is no similtude, more audible, in its conversant affirmation, than that which, providently reads within the envelope of the mind, with vague intervals of the uncanny, and the inquisitive. One could say, evidently that there is no horror, nor exquisite specimen of its aggregated semblance, that exists, beyond the fringes of the informed mind. To fear, one must have in some prerequisite hinging of prefix, established the nature of dichotomy, between what is 'agreeable' and what is 'eerie'. With this in mind, I shall say that there are things, which we cannot assign to any designated register of 'consequence', or a prequel of harmful existence ourselves, things ordained within the abeyance of the pliant, subliminal sphere. A man, finds himself in the predicament of understanding why he has such, a profound, unconditional 'phobia' for something, and yet all is in vain. The object, or situation itself remains, the naked rudiment, shrouded, in the quintessence of many peculiar, irrational terrors. On one particular day, as I reclined into the comfort of my sofa, I heard something. It was a monotonous buzz, wandering into my proximity, but at this moment, I could not find any corporeal provenance of its drone. I finally felt something, upon the skin of my hand. It was a green bottle fly, of bohemoth size! I shrieked, for ever since, the years of my childhood, I have not taken pleasure to the sight of it. There had always been something eerie, about this vulture of decay, and when it buzzed away, I felt the cursed vestige of a coagulating dread, course through my marrow. I felt a green nausea, mingled with a lurid ferment of my bowels. I sobbed, greatly, until that impish thought poured upon my mind, like dense magma.

"Where did the thing come from?" ..I searched for an origin, hoping to find, a plausible resort, as to the reason for its visit. There was nothing, my cat still breathed and there wasn't a dead rodent in sight anywhere in my yard. There was another thought, more unwholesome than the inquisition afore.

"Have I become rotten?"