Mosquito

Written for all the blood suckers who thrive off of the vitality of others.

Your wings are weak.

They barely allow your swollen body to fly.

You can’t fly.

You hover…

hovered over me and waited for me to crack and bleed.

But I never did.

 

So time and time again

you suctioned your lips to my neck

hoping to drink the life out of me"

but Vampire,  I lived.

 

Black and blue marks painted my skin.

And dripping from my tongue

I spat black and blue dialect

and spreken ze profanity.

But the pressure never broke through.

My skin is tough.

 

You always left me itching, itching, itching for more.

Even though it was for more pain that I couldn’t endure.

The hive grew bigger, bigger, bigger

and I hit rock bottom floor.

 

And now with my thumbnail,

I mark the spot with an EX.

The skin protrudes but the wounds will heal.

They will never reveal how I truly feel

and my soul…

welded steel.

 

And now I dream, or nightmare,

About squashing you under my shoe,

In a neon glowing room with white floors.

Blood of life splattered in a pool.

And I take back what is mine.

I take back what you took from me.

 

© Nicole DiCarlo 2007-2014. Any unauthorized use and/or duplication of this material without express and written permission from the owner is strictly prohibited. Excerpts and links may be used, provided that full and clear credit is given to Nicole DiCarlo [NikDiCarlo] as the author with appropriate and specific direction to the original content.

 

 

Reviews

[A. Amos]

Whike reading I was smiling, God finally someone wrote on this real blood sucker:) good job

[Glen Yumang Manese]

Purely aggression in the lines...
the way this manifest...
just goes on --- with a vengeance...

[Michael G. Smith]

I truly enjoy your style of writing a fresh perspective on life. Correction on the word "Barely".

[Nik DiCarlo]

Thank you!! I'm copying and pasting from Word without reviewing first! hehe