A parasite went through me.
Ate me from my insides.
Chopped me into a tiny pieces.
Nibbled on me.
So small. So invisible. So seemingly unthreatening. And yet so present in its existence.
He lived to harm me. To shake my world upside down. To take my breath away.
To haunt me until I had to faint. To faint in submission. To fall at his alluring feet.
I once was strong enough to face a parasite.
But no one can withstand a villain such as he.
I am merely a woman.
I am no match to parasites, as feminine as they may come.
I am no match to ambition of the slyest kinds.
I am no match to a bad-doer on his conquest.
A parasite went through me and shook my world upside down.
And now it flew away, to bother some other feline,
And what's left is me with my bruised insides and my world apart.
Writing about a parasite because I miss him so.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman