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 mouthfulls cross my blackened tongue
in hope to sate my ebon throat.
My appetite might not relent -
the more I take, theore 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
Cthulu af
ter spending a summer watching this woman crawl c
loser 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 origi
nally proposed a second
lit/ansi combo following the effectiveness of the Biotek
piece from 3C 273.
This was released with Legion but is more appropr
iate for this collection, as
it was a b-side from the original ZXICA.