Moquito Bite A mosquito bit my arm
sucked of me
I scratched the itch it left
until a scab appeared,
which I scratched as well
so that now in the middle of my arm
is a bump of blood
a mountain overlooking my arm
representing the liquid that allows life.
I envision the rivulet
sending rivers of life throughout my veins.
The blood on my arm slowly dries,
and I will soon scratch it again,
until that spot is drained of life
and an irrevocable white scar surfaces
My arm, now covered in white spots
has been the transport of much life,
and as a reward
it is now a work of art.
Its tan skin of canvas
is elegantly decorated and celebrated.