it's hard to breathe. when
mosquitoes sing. with their queen -
too heavy to fly
succulent dinner she had
benevolent me. on a platter of sleep
but she's damned noisy.
flapping wings. not alone -
fly by, fly in, fly on:
in endless berths. skin top base
like a 3D exploration -
these extreme dancers
fly-dancing on my skin.
their queen:
her's was majestic. focused.
sweet violin
she blew to my ears
my body her on-shore suckling
to her belly full; that
flip of hand. she got caught
my palm a canvass
of blood and death -
her death, my relief. but,
this nagging pain stays on.
headache,
of her making. sickness
of her calling - flip flap
of her wings. to her death,
of their queen.
it's hard to breathe. hard
to sleep, when mosquitoes fly -
when they dance as I sleep.
It's Hard To Breathe
Ifeanyichukwu Onwughalu
(C) All Rights Reserved. Poem Submitted on 05/21/2022
Poet's note: This poem is about mosquitoes and their escapades here in Africa. I'm a victim
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Poem topics: alone, dance, pain, shore, sweet, sickness, extreme, endless, relief, body, heavy, majestic, noisy, skin, breathe, death, sleep, hard, queen, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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