Rotten,
wretched,
spite-filled
parasite. Have you
no shame? Lounging
in the hippocampus, feasting
on grey matter, growing fat while
I decay. Spewing toxins
into blood, you putrify
the body we share.
Little worm,
constantly consuming,
critiquing, cultivating your cacodoxy;
our confluence was years ago, an irreversible
bonding of polarized ions. But dear I fear
you’ve gotten lazy with age,
and I know something
you wish I didn’t.
You need me
alive and well
to walk and talk and act
in this world you so despise.
I wish it could be any other way
but you’re nothing without
me, and I’m not sure
I could live
without
you.
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