Ms.+Akhtar's+Poem

Your life is a choice moment to moment. To let the fact that a mosquito //dared// to bite you -- was so brazen as to think that your pretty flesh was available for its consumption stinging you with its pointy prongs -- venom -- inserted -- blood -- sucked out. Man, I'm getting itchy just THINKING about it. Oh, wait, its a choice... I could NOT think about it. Focus on the background music -- crickets? See all the leaves -- a shroud of green -- the sunlight making shadows of what I thought was real. Both existing at the same time -- the bite and the beauty. Which one do I focus on? The beauty, of course. Staying with it, the bite slowly fades. But the beauty....the beauty is endless. Another mosquito buzzes near. I show it the beauty.