is an itch on the skin underneath my foot
where a monster
mosquito sssssucked at
the bluest of bloods;
so i wait for the
west nile virus
to eat the softest of me
while i sleep my african sleep
(i do not want you to sleep right now)
fear is a mile long proboscis
aiming for my eye
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parallaxis
Poetryparallax /ˈpærəˌlæks/ noun 1. an apparent change in the position of an object resulting from a change in position of the observer 2. an appar...
