Nighsty workers

Behind my well laid bunk lie 
bevy of busy Workers 
once I sleep, they wake 
into a feeding frenzy 
Sleep in peace, 
we feed at ease 
Little lucky monsters 
lurking slyly in cimicid 

Why must you slay in 
the red fluid? 
I know you work in complicity 
But, No. 
You cannot suck me dry 
Sniper knows right 
That 
Behind my well laid back 
are tokens of your works. 

(Written after a vigorous battle with these little monsters in the midnight of 20th August,2017, I take responsibility for any imperfection in this piece)

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