Dirty Dishes

Cups on the table
Old
Crusty

A fly sits
On the lip
Of one

I'm disgusted

Not with the mess
But with
Myself

I can't move

I'm paralyzed

I think of that fly

It feeds on scraps

A scavenger

I am covered in flies

I am a scrap of myself

A scrap of what I once was

These dirty dishes
Piled
Covered in mold

I'm disgusted

Even if I clean them
Scrub them under boiling water
They are still tainted

I am still

Tainted