eaters and then

With eggs in its stomach and blood on its beak the little mosquito his weak-points did seek. It flew from the cover of a hanging shroud disguised in the plume of his recent vape-cloud and made not a sound that his ears could detect and to his sharp eye was but a tiny speck. He reached out and grabbed it with a sudden move and with that quick gesture his watchfulness proved to none but himself and to no one at all for he then took pity that death did befall. It was me or it and I want no disease, he said as he watched its weak twitching then cease and wiped its wee carcass from his greasy thumb concerned by the cruelty of what he'd just done. In this life there's eaters and then there are prey and only the lucky will see their next day and only the fortunate get to still strive though none of us living will get out alive.

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