It ran miles further as I chased it,
faded from vision like a captivating mirage.
It escaped from my tightly curled fist,
survived the injury, changed its place of habitation.
It buzzed incessantly in vicinity of my bare eardrum,
was quiet as an angel when i scratched my flesh raw in
anger.
It multiplied in numbers in stagnant pools of water,
hissed discordant rhymes of exasperating music.
It perched on stale fruit, squashed remains of brown chocolate,
injected its venom in edible items of uncooked food.
It flew at small heights from the ground,
eluded clouds of smoke leaking from modern repellant coils.
It was a carrier of deadly infections,
stung soft flesh rich and pure with youthful blood.
It prompted patches of allergy to spread on skin,
was resistant to the strongest of medicinal balm.
It had caused me many a torturous night,
wrecked me of tranquil sleep from woolen delights of my cozy quilt.
It had surpassed all my imagination to render it lifeless,
had escaped my clutches on infinite occasions of time.
In the end I chalked a plan of action,
of being bitten, rather than spending a lifetime,
chasing the athletic mosquito in vast space of suspended air.
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