As I tried to avoid its approach, I was in denial that I was its prey.

This has haunted me in my mind, with thoughts hovering between hatred & anger.

I was feeling helpless.

I tried to shake, so it would be distracted.

But eventually, I was willing to bargain over my blood.

I waited, as it pierced its needle through my skin.

Then, I attacked by smacking it with a big force.

I was happy that it had been slain.

Although I was sad that I got a bump, I couldn’t do anything & had to accept the way it was.