Mosquito

Tin Can By Tin Can, 18th Feb 2015 | Follow this author | RSS Feed | Short URL http://nut.bz/23itv7di/
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I was born in England but I am of Caribbean decent. I love my holidays in the Caribbean but they tend to get spoilt by mosquitos. They love me. I hate them. In fact, they drive me to the point of paranoia.

Mosquito

Once again she arrives stealthy in the night finding me fast asleep. Navigating with her senses, she heads straight towards my body heat. My body laid bare with me totally unaware that she is finally here. She visited before. Always patiently waiting for me to lay still. But she wants more. She wants her fill. And she takes enough until she is sated. She takes enough to make her weighted.

She waits in the shadows. Waiting for when time allows. Allows her to gently land on an uncovered hand. For there on the wrist, close to the bone is where the flow is best. This is her zone. In fact, better than the rest of the body in its state of undress.

She flays downwards with a sense of purpose. The wait has been the worst and had her slightly nervous. The room has been empty for a while and she had to deny, feed to her little one who then had to die. But now, as she starts her first course, she revels in the fact that, broken, is the curse. The curse that reduced her greed as well as her need, to quench her thirst and ultimately feed.

That familiar sound in my ear, signalling and telling me to be aware. Only to be ignored. For surely I could not have been followed. It's been months since the last fight and the necessary plight I had to endure. Surely I don't have to put up with more...? The tendency is to weep, but seeing it as a waste of time, I duvet up and go back to sleep.

I wake up. My wounds go unnoticed. It is not till the evening I realise I've been stabbed and poisoned. During the night I had no defence. The itching has started. Let the battle commence.


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Asleep, Bare, Battle, Body, Curse, Ear, Fight, Flay, Greed, Hand, Mosquito, Plight, Poisoned, Room, Sate, Shadows, Sleep, Thirst, Tin Can, Weep, Wounds

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author avatar Tin Can
My poetry tend to veer towards feelings of emotion. Love. Sex. Desire. Most of my verses will reflect these sentiments as I mainly write straight from the heart. 31 Jan 15.

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author avatar Jennifer Dombrowski
19th Feb 2015 (#)

Love how you wrote this! Luckily we won't have mosquitoes for a few more months if they didn't all die in this cold weather!

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author avatar Kingwell
19th Feb 2015 (#)

Good writing my friend. Blessings.

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