Bleeding Love


There is a mosquito in my room.

It flies around me freely

And buzzes at my ear

I take a pair of scissors to my hand

Just to feed the flying mosquito

As it lands on my wrists, giving me kisses

When no one would

  • Author: zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 19th, 2022 13:46
  • Comment from author about the poem: This is my first. I am not sure if this is a qualified poem as I write it out of nowhere. There is a mosquito in my room and I suddenly wrote it. I would love some advice, thank you.
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 29


  • Ghostgirl101

    this is most definitely a poem. it brings out your thoughts in the moment and that's the best kind of poetry

    • zhangyuyouyu

      thank you for letting me know!

    • Paul Bell

      In a way, this is two poems, two messages, which is pretty hard to do in a short poem. Kudos to you.

      • zhangyuyouyu

        thank you and could I ask what 2 messages you inferred?

        • Paul Bell

          The first message, which is obvious, is suicide. The second message, I see, is the writer's reference to the mosquito, which infers she is capable of sharing even in her hour of need.

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