Parasite

She poured it all out.
Gave him the better parts of her, igniting his fire.
He was her Earth—this vast monument of potential—
that led her to water him freely.

Never wanting a drought,
she poured from wells hidden deep within.
The more he expanded,
the frailer she became.

She was his host,
giving ample nourishment to his dreams.
The more life kissed him,
the more death beckoned her.

She’s faint and weak;
He’s healthy and powerful.
He no longer needs his beginning,
for his path has carried him to others, strong like him.

Now he sees her as a burden,
a weight too great to take with him.

She poured it all out.
She died.
He lived.

For the parasite always wins.

-Vmack

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