Dear Mosquitoes,
I've given up trying to fight you.
You come in all sizes, and that used to be a problem for me. But now
you're all the same. Just one big biting blur. Achieving the same result
as you selectively attack my right ankle and my left elbow (always in
the same spot, just below my "eagle-shaped" birthmark). I've also given
up trying to count the wounds I've incurred in your presence. It's
because of you that I've come to celebrate Hurricane season, for the
cooler weather translates to an adequate anti-itch cream. Most days I'm
bothered by the heat, and in the midst of my angst you come to keep me
company. An un-welcomed guest, and a lousy supporter. You are my misery.
But I'll continue my coaxing, hoping you'll go back through the gaping
tear in my window screen from whence you came. Until then, I'll endure
the pain, and remember that it is a "compliment" that you've chosen me,
my skin, my blood and no one else's.
Sincerely,
Your Favorite Sweet-blooded Human
#Thisisnotasymbioticrelationship
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