Parasite
I suckle from your witchs mark,
grow strong upon your bleeding teat.
Ill swallow more the more I grow -
Ill soon become my own defeat.
The flowing spice - your crimson milk
might halt without a moments note.
Warm mouthfuls cross my blackened tongue
in hope to sate my ebon throat.
My appetite might not relent -
the more I take, the more you give -
a futures not in my descent.
You kill yourself that I might live.
Please flush me out before you die -
though you still stand, alls not all right -
or, nourish me till nipples dry.
With love, your humble parasite.
ParasiteLit by Cthulu of Mistigris / Art by Dieznyik
of The Legion 1998 Cthulu after spending a summer watching this woman craw
l closer and closer
to the brink...
Cthulu well, you cant hold someone back from the pit without getting close
to it yourself
There is a long history to this piece. Cthulu originally proposed a second
lit/ansi combo following the effectiveness of the Biotek piece from 3C 273.
Although Ive tried many times to create a picture worth the beautiful prose,
only now have I truly realized such a goal. Er, in truth, I dont like this
pic much and its been sitting around since my Ophidiac days w3rd a0h!.
Whatever... it fits the poem I think one tit! look!.
To Cthulu I havent seen you around and I hope you dont mind me releasing
this version rather than the substituted-words copy. Seems like some time
has passed . Contact me for another one of these!
Big ups to da Toronto massif: Dark, Egoteq, Axiom, Grimlock, Mental Floss.
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