Flea

Why’d you kill me?

My body was perfect

Free of all defects

I latched on to you

What’s my job here?

I hatched from a pearl

Carried up from a draft

Onto your

Windowsill

What’s the deal here?

You were my blood meal

A lukewarm human

Moving thru the house

And why'd you stop me?

I could've made hundreds

No I could've made thousands

No I could've made millions

Why’d you drown me?

Light a tiny buoyant candle

Let it float in the bathtub

My family here with me

What’s the point of

Looking back at some things?

I was born on a Tuesday and

I died the next week

Full of blood

I stuck to your fingers

When you think of this small death I hope

You’re afraid to speak

And I loved you my one and only blood meal

I hid in your leg hairs

And you disappointed me