Mosquito Mistress

Mosquito Mistress

A Poem by Janine Boiselle
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A piece that I wrote back in a college creative writing course I took to fill up my schedule.

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The eighth ring of hell begins
swelling on your surface.
Damn mosquitoes---

you mutter to the air.

Your collection has increased
over the past few months;
No better way to tally
summer nights after sundown.
However, there comes a punishment
with this unusual satisfaction...
her name is desire.

The carcass from her lips
kisses the tips of your nerves.
She knows exactly,
what she's doing.

The static of her touch
is finding its way into your pulse.
Just one scratch is all you want.
Is that too much too ask?

Yes! Yes, it is too much!
What have the elders
always preached to us?
Keep your eyes down low,
your hands in pockets,
mind out of mind.
Do whatever it---

NO!

What, why?

Fine.
Let your nails scrape her hickey.

Your hands will forever
be a treadmill to her mark.

Just remember that
the scar will be on your surface,
never hers.

© 2014 Janine Boiselle


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Janine Boiselle
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Added on December 26, 2014
Last Updated on December 28, 2014
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Janine Boiselle
Janine Boiselle

Waterford, CT



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Hey guys! Name's Janine. I used to be apart of an online writing site back when I was younger, and I don't know why I ever stopped. I'm trying to get myself to write more because it's one of my bi.. more..

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