That tiny creature there
the one having just alighted on my arm
and having just pierced my skin
and which is now drawing nourishment
from my very essence
How brave it is
how strong it is in its desire to survive
feeding from that which may end its own diminutive essence
with the slightest
indiscriminate flick of the finger
Aye, the power I possess
I, possessing over this tiny creature
nothing less than the determination
of its life
of its death
Surely, of its death
But why bother
Why not just let it be
For if I were to end its being
it would soon enough return
in the form of any other number of creatures
or things
Returning once again and forevermore
to feed on me
to suck away my life source
and make it its own