Torment: Mosquito

Rock climbing expedition, clouds of mosquitoes... What was I to do?

Mechanical bodies travel under transparent wings;
uniformity seeks to stifle the warm-blooded.

Hover, on an erratic path-
piling in droves,
you parasite:

Goodwill among all but those who live to prey
upon my lifesblood.

Swarming, crawling
with the malice of a buzzing cloud of hypodermic needles.