I scratched and scratched
throughout the horrid night.
I thought what had bitten me
might be a tiny scarlet mite.
What disease did it carry?
I was filled with morbid fright.
But in the morn I did find a
BEDBUG taking one more bite!
(March 12, 2015)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ugh, this one made me shiver. I'll just tell myself it's because it's only 6am in the UK and it's rather cold outside. Your poem is the stuff of nightmares. Love it.