Challenge
Hi everyone! I love this challenge by BlairLogan1 and wanted to share: Tell me a story from the perspective of a parasite. I just found a tick on my pillow, so I killed it. But afterwards, I felt remorseful because deep down I'm a lover not a killer. On one hand, it's a parasite that wants to live off of me and could cause disease; on the other, that's the only way it can survive. Write me a story or poem from a parasite's perspective. Don't forget to tag us!
Write a poem/story from the perspective of a parasite
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I should have died on then and there, on the leg of that oblivious traveler. I saw it coming. The warm embrace of a fingertip. The spiral seal marking my failure. But no. Instead I was placed on a leaf, far from the beaten path, two legs crushed, able to cling for dear life, but unable to crawl out of this Sisyphean hell.
I have never understood the appeal of self-destruction until now. Unable to suck the life out of those around me, all I can do is wait. Like Ophelia clinging to the branch, I, Lord of the Tall Grass, King of Loose Children and Unprotected Dogs, wait for a strong breeze or heavy rain to deliver me from my suffering.
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