I happened to be on the wall at 2:15. I felt the air move and scurried to the side until I reached a patch of peeling paint, then buzzed about the room for nearly ten minutes. I alighted upside-down along a crack near the dormant ceiling fan. I was caught by surprise when each minute began marking the death of another of my kin. When I finally flew out the window, it was 7:42. A passing lark didn’t even cast a mealtime glance at me. Yes, even the larks were horrified.
Rheim Alkadhi is an artist based in Los Angeles.