The incessant buzzing pounds my temples
cutting my head into violent shapes
with a child’s heartless scissors
Summer’s oppression in the diminishing noon
beckons Darkness like a simpering mistress
Darkness in its wake drags in horrors
little misshapen heads with drooling grins
ghostly silences lone whistles
an icy finger and coagulating blood
and mosquitoes.
Frenetic urgency in buzzing pincers
and piercing wings
Lewd egg eyes stare blackly
like black on blackboard
The creature alights on my hot skin
And sting.
The needle point pain surprises me
With its sheer impertinence.
Drunk like a fool, M sits, blissful, delirious, numb
Dumb.
With one swat and squelch,
I feel much better.
The Unadulterated Cat by Terry Prachett, illustrated by Joliffe Gray, is a book written to promote what Pratchett terms the 'Real Cat', a cat who urinates in the flowerbeds, rips up the furniture, eats frogs, mice and sundry other small animals. The opposite of the Real Cat is the 'Fizzy Keg Cat', a well-behaved and bland kind, as seen on cat food advertisements.
What About Me
- Anita Sivakumaran
- I 'write a little everyday, without hope, without despair' as per Isak Dinesen. I like to get the writing done quickly so I can go out to grow veg and play tennis.
1 comment:
I know what it is like not to have comments. So here's mine:
ROTFLMAO.
Mosquitoes are sometimes useful, though. Try playing with them when you get extremely jobless, and then swat them.
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