maggot

 
neon hate glowered at me with intense pulses of energy
I was ostracized...bitterly rejected by the cult groupies of the day
they collected like flies incessantly picking at an oozing sore
 
little maggots of disdain spied me suspiciously  
I hovered like a vulture at one with the decay
they wriggled I scout for my point of entry within the group
their maws flapped with juicy gossip of the moment
 
I hung back they smell my fear
the air was thick with them then
buzzing my ears and face
invading my space
 
the horde took their time with me
insects of malice spitting on the social elite
then slurping up what remains
the acid of their words sting
 
spit, slurp, spit
buzz, buzz, buzz  
did you hear about so and so?
 
show no fear the smell of defeat excites them
they close in on your public death
 
it's over...