I hold in my hand
a mosquito.
He bites me again and
again sucks my blood
but I don’t
kill him
I don’t want
to he’s a living
thing just
like me.
He buzzes so terribly
continues to suck
I cry in pain
shout in anger
but I keep holding
on I keep
my hands
cupped.
His biting subsides
his buzzing has
stopped he’s had
enough –
enough of my blood
enough of my love for the living.
