Mosquito Bites

Lying on the white sands,

I dye them crimson with my blood,

Close my bloody, gunge-filled eyes,

Against the sandpaper stinging of the sand,

And give quiet cries of pleasure as I savour the nipping bites on my skin,

Of thousands of mosquitos,

Fresh smears of blood on my scabbed flesh,

Devour me, one pin-stab bite at a time,

Until my blood-soaked skin is dead and eaten away,

By a million tiny monsters,

My swarming, buzzing, death-knells,

Beautiful, winged torturers,

I love the pain that you give to me......

The End

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