from the perspective of the mosquito in a schoolyard
a banana in the hand.
loud noises all around me, but the figures are just blurs.
all i see is the banana.
MY banana.
a flash of yellow deliciousness in a sea of pounding bodies.
it is all i can focus on is the yellow.
i fly.
i swerve an angry hand
bzzzzbzbzbbz
blurs. i need to focus on yellow.
its getting closer.
at lastttt
there are so many bodies around.
i should want blood.
blood repulses me.
my mosquito friends love it. i get made fun of all the time.
i was abandoned when i came out as bananasexual.
i need to see my banana. to devour it.
to kiss it
it is my will to live.
somuchnoisesomanyhands banana yellowi swerveabodyahandabirdalliseeisyellowyelloeYELLOWWW
MY BANANA
i am so close.
i smell banana.
extasy
my feet touch the mushy surface.
finally.
i can die in peace.
