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Neopoet Challenge Contest #15 It's hard to breathe

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.

Last few words: 
Mosquitoes are all over here in tropical Africa. This poem is about them and my experience with them lately.
Editing stage: 
Content level: 
Not Explicit Content

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it sounds like a real blood bath! I can only imagine how bad it gets. you have my sympathies. mosquitoes and deadly heat!

*hugs, Cat

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Well, bloodbath is more of an exaggeration really. Mosquitoes and malaria are regulars over here just like you have flu over there. Not funny though, what we experience here.

Thanks for reaching out.

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I've heard tales of Malaria, not good! stay safe!

*hugs, Cat

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I will. Thank you!

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