Mosquito Poem
Have been waiting for painful hours.
Tired as hell, there is no power
left in my wings.
My precious cotton candy arrived.
Sweet blood in his veins,
crying out for me.
Gotta be careful, or i might end up dead.
Should avoid shoes and papers.
Just a sip of blood, thats all i need.
This is a poem where we studied sensory details using a mosquito's perspective.
Have been waiting for painful hours.
Tired as hell, there is no power
left in my wings.
My precious cotton candy arrived.
Sweet blood in his veins,
crying out for me.
Gotta be careful, or i might end up dead.
Should avoid shoes and papers.
Just a sip of blood, thats all i need.
This is a poem where we studied sensory details using a mosquito's perspective.