Every night they come for my sweet iron. How many drops can they take from me before I’m forced to flee my box?

Night time allows me no rest like it did before they introduced me to pain after sundown.

I roll and shake to get away and yet this family pursues me ‘til I’m exhausted and only the deepest of sleep will not allow them to waken me as they feed from my feeble proneness.

Look: The mothers and fathers have sent their sons and daughters out to bring back more of my life blood! This family will live long after I’ve died in my SRO, and the bedbugs will wait for the next tenant to bring more flavors we humans call a bed!

KeithKemp

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