SEPT. Hey, I know you don't know me but maybe you know my glazed over stare, my chewed nails (I'm not really here but you didn't hear that from me) but anyway - I'm looking to be a parasite; that's my current employment aspiration, and I've got these perfect needle teeth for it and everything and you'd barely even notice and hey, you look sort of lonely too. It'd only be for a little bit.
DEC. Hey, it's getting colder (it's me by the way) and I was thinking I'd climb inside for good this time. Pull your pores apart just a little bit (it wouldn't hurt) and all those sounds? The ones that fall from your mouth onto deaf ears? You already know I'm good at nodding, well, I can fake it even better from your stomach and really, let me know if I'm overstaying my welcome.
MAY. Hey, I don't really know how to say this, I don't want to be rude, but I think your blood is poisoning me; I know I'm leaving you dry, I know I didn't stop, but this isn't fun for me anymore, you know? I'm not made to give, I'm only good at taking and see, you just have nothing left I want. I'm the only parasite here, bitch (I didn't say that to her). I just crawled too deep I guess but you can cut me loose now. Cut me loose for good this time.
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