To be the parasite
retreating within it’s home for the night
with an appetite for blood
and flesh covered in crud
never to fully sleep
because it’s home is more than just a tasty treat.
The host is rarely accepting
murdering the parasite is rather tempting
an unexpected host
is a parasite at most
feeding off the Earth
upon their birth.
Recently I’ve been trying to write a poem every night to keep my mind thinking. Then I’d draw some sort of reaction to the poem in order to enhance my drawing skill. Tonight I chose the opposite approach to draw without an intent towards the outcome of the drawing and then write a poem as the reaction.
Thanks for reading.
-Temperamentally Tina.
Temperamentally Tina 