Triolet: Sacrifice

Mosquito you must die for me,
with one last hypodermic bite.
You have my blood and guarantee,
mosquito you must die for me.
I line you up and count to three,
goodNIGHT! to you, to me goodnight.

Mosquito you must die for me,
With one last hypodermic bite.

poem by Diane Hine
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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