The mosquito that peacefully
Clings to the blue tiled wall
That reminds me of the ocean
In the toilet in which
I sit on a white commode
And wait for my body to
Shit whatever is ready for disposal
For it has something
That I want
As it calmly clings to the wall
That reminds me of the ocean
Its own kind
Restless
Whir around me
Look for the juiciest part of my human body
To feast on
And I don't want to kill them
Because they are as empty as I am
Unable to quietly meditate
Like the mosquito that clings to the ocean-like wall
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