“My Senses”, by Maxwanette A Poetess


My Senses

The hairs on my arm?

They raise…ever so slightly.

As the air of your presence,

produces that prickly static.


My senses are reacting,

to the rhythm of your purpose.

Shall I permit your feeding & bleeding,

that YOU thrive on?


At my own expense…

I hit you! I angered you, as you came straight for my face!!!


Death was swift…You damn Mosquito!!!


*Everyone can relate to this one. You have to find the humor in life, lol!


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