Parasites are nothing, like you and me.
I’ve got you under my skin, like a carnivorous insect; crawling under, and making my insides itch. I’ve got you on my mind, like an aggressive fever; boiling over, and making my brain perspire. I’ve got you in my guts, like a troublesome tapeworm; twisting around, and making my stomach knot. I should probably scratch you out, sweat you off, and cut you down. I don’t know how to flush you out, without losing some interesting part of me. Horrible, alien, and parasitic… but I’m the place you’ve chosen, whether you know it or not, to dwell. I wonder if I bug you, little bug, the way you bug me.
Maybe I could be the thing that both nourishes and destroys you.
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