“Leech”

I blink and realize I am a leech. I am latched onto warm skin and there is warm blood flowing into my mouth. It nourishes me, keeps me healthy, keeps me alive. I should have shriveled up and died a long time ago. But she keeps insisting that I latch on. She keeps pulling me out of my glass jar and sticking me onto her skin. It’s a sort of therapy for her. I recycle her tainted blood. Her iron gives me strength. We feed off of each other. We need each other, for beauty, for life. I cannot see the world, but I can taste it. When I get hungry, she feeds me. When she gets hungry for a new perspective, she lets me show her the way. Codependency, whatever you want to call it. I call it love.

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