Insect cemetery

Insect cemetery

Where the mosquitos come to die
This is where they shrivel on the wall
They are slowly becoming dust
Like anything that moves on this earth does

They want that last suck before they expire
Mercy be for those poor bloodsuckers
Miniature vampires
I still reach for the spray alas

Though if they bite me
let them- drain me of doubts
- drink my anxieties
And go to the wall nauseus

For when my flesh is exposed
Bumps I scratch as they attack and attach
I will be free of the accumulating concerns as...
The wall they hug will be damned as they perish there