Dark, daring and completely free.
He roamed the place like he owns the night.
He had killed and he’ll kill again.
He doesn’t have a soul to tame.
I knew he will come for me.
I knew he longed to taste me.
His kiss will drain my life away.
His touch can be a pain surreal.
He moved so close smelling my skin.
I stood there waiting, holding my breath.
Its a game between me and him.
Only one will survived, only one can live.
As time seemed to stand so still
Memories flashed in a torrent of lights.
If death comes to me tonight,
I am most glad of the follies i made.
I’ve had love, i’ve travelled wide.
I’ve done a good job in being alive.
In an unexpected move, he touched my neck.
I lifted my hand and gave it a smack.
And that’s how the dark mosquito died.
I survived an encephalitis bite.