Ouch

It was 3 am then…
He slept in a cradle of pain,
As the demons of the night haunted him..
Mosquitoes, they were called…
Hunted in packs, died in their dozens.
He’d rather nuke them to death
Than endure this anymore.
Only in his cove can you find
Walls and floors smeared in blood
From the dying devils of the night.

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