I live out of a shopping cart and sleep in a broken down car I pray for a stopping heart to end this life where I starve.
I’m outdoors people because I ignored the steeple and implored what’s evil by sporting a needle.
I try to keep my windows up in this lonely truck but it gets hot as **** and sometimes they get stuck and I have to deal with bugs that see me sleeping snug and start reaping blood.
I can’t feel their biting tinge while I’m sleeping off a binge so mosquitoes feast on the unconscious was it God who brought this locust plague so noxious? They eat my sleeping body the way they eat the rotting.
The mosquitoes torpedo into me like a needle a million eels poke into my skin which has been unsealed so they dive in showing their hunger is real and they’ll win they cover my shins and blanket my arms their proboscis pins build a blood farm built on my harm.
I open my eyes to my insect surprise I detest these flies covering my size so I shake to try scaring them from my sty.
A plume of black lifts from my body it’s blood I lack to get them off me so I’m left to their mercy and they continue to hurt me attacking en masse absurdly eating the unworthy.
I feebly swat them away while my body decays I’m dispersing the fray while hurting in waves brought by a flood of those that **** blood I start to feel sick but I guess I would anyway when the needle sticks this is the start of everyday.