I have contracted a parasite this month and decided to express myself through writing literature.
The Bugs In My Loin
A Haiku:
You hurt me real bad.
You are not my friend. You suck.
Please come out of me.
A Short Story:
I wake up in the morning.
You’re there.
I eat my breakfast.
You’re there.
Swimming
Chomping
Doing what you do
I eat lunch.
Yup, still feel ya.
I take a nap: sweet freedom
…
Nope! You wake me up.
Should I eat dinner?
I eat dinner.
I shouldn’t have eaten dinner.
Mistakes.
I walk into my room.
I take my pill.
Die bugs. Die.
A Poem:
Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hate you.
Die.
A Haiku:
Ow ow ow ow ow
Ow ow ow ow ow ow ow
Ow ow ow ow ow
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