A cave where there's dim light
Such is life, without a guide
Sun unseen, rummaging
In my kitchen for a bite
Knife nicks a finger
Blood oozes out
Eyes still shut
Mosquitoes
Swarm on
The spot
at the mark
Raises a welt
Comparing the
Sting to the pain
Mind shut off, numb
So much aplomb with
Microwaved felicitation
My life's gain is this cave
Sight unseen, bloodbath in
Dingy kitchen, poems at 6am
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