:: Don't Let the Bedbugs Bite ::
"You're better off without me," six words.
The six words echoed in the stillness of the night.
Eyes closed, he tried to sleep.
As a horde of bedbugs, from beneath his pillow, crept out
And surrounded him.
"You're better off without me," they chorused.
"You're better off without me," they chirped in unison
As they foraged for scraps of hope along the leftovers.
He stared, at the ceiling, for the longest time
Until the dark veil of the night was pierced
By the first ray of light.