Moogleye and the Mosquito

The mosquito sat right in my eye line, on the wall as I lay in the dark silent night, after a party of clapping, swearing, insense and buzzing and whining. Oh! The buzzing and whining. That's what began all this in the first place. It flew away. "So," I thought. Not only in my eye line, in my heart as well. My conscience deflected it's deadly blow for about 5 minutes. It tried again. Sat in my eye line, winking, grinning, wiggling it's arse at me. It was him or me. If I ignored it he would've been tempted by the lullaby of my skin as I lay sleeping, and I would've woken up in the morning with 2 or 3 bites on my arms or legs. Every vegan's struggle is in front of you in these here words. Splat! I killed it. On the wall. I knew I'd done wrong, because though I would've had three bites 24 hours later, he was the one who would've been burdened with the eternal struggle and my conscience would've walked away pain free. Who's really living now? Him - pain free mosquito? Or me - with clearer skin?

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