the river swollen
like the valves and ventricles
of my expired heart.
mosquitoes clumsily flit across the flowing surface
a kindergarten ballet class,
moving without rhythm or direction.
they bite at my exposed flesh
a tanned, succulent fruit.
pests, annoyance embodied
i swat at them and miss.
let them bite me
let them poison themselves
let them fill on the distain and malice,
the fermented fetterings that restrain
my wounded spirit.
let them suck the toxins from my body
like leeches on a medieval patient.
finally then will i course freely
like the water before me