stop biting

I wish the bugs in my bed would stop biting

Staining my sheets, my pillows, my skin with velvet every night

They bite and bite till I’m annoyed

I get up at godless hours, fumbling for my phone flash and scout this field they have turned my bed and body into

I wish the bugs in my bed would stop biting

I’m threatened to drown them in bleach but that meant drowing myself in poison too for it is my bed that this liquid seeps into

Blotted tissue papers pile up as i chase over these crawling bugs and their rounded brown bodies

I sometimes feel sick when i kill since the blood that bursts out of their beings is my blood

Since these bugs welcomed themselves into my place of comfort, this place hasn’t been comfortable one bit

Every time i think I’ve gotten rid of them they keep multiplying 

I wish the bugs in my bed would stop biting 

My skin’s red and so are my nails

They take away my sleep and a part of myself every night 

I can’t get rid of them no matter how hard I attempt 

I flinch with every bite uncalled for

I jump out of bed

I cry

Because these stupid bugs are getting better sleep than i am

And it’s my bed, not theirs

I wish the bugs in my bed would stop biting 

Or else I’ll stop being lenient and might actually consider burning my bed to ashes