Monday, August 31, 2015

Smack

 

The darkness
Small siren sound
Approach
Mosquito touches down.
Smack

My arm a landing field
For night flying low tech vampires
Fairy winged bloodsuckers
Piercing sleepy flesh.
Smack

Again the darkness.
Smack

I see not.
Smack

Not arm
Not silenced drone
Not tiny smear
A blotchy spot of blood.
Smack

I miss