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