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
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Author:
zhangyuyouyu (Pseudonym) (
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- 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.
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this is most definitely a poem. it brings out your thoughts in the moment and that's the best kind of poetry
thank you for letting me know!
In a way, this is two poems, two messages, which is pretty hard to do in a short poem. Kudos to you.
thank you and could I ask what 2 messages you inferred?
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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