the mosquitoe
the mosquitoe net has mothed away
with all the holes intact...
religiously it visits me
the mosquitoe
reminding me of its presence
at night
when i should be covered in love bites
the mosquitoe enjoys my flesh...
with all the holes intact...
religiously it visits me
the mosquitoe
reminding me of its presence
at night
when i should be covered in love bites
the mosquitoe enjoys my flesh...

