Challenge
Hi everyone! I love this challenge by BlairLogan1 and wanted to share: Tell me a story from the perspective of a parasite. I just found a tick on my pillow, so I killed it. But afterwards, I felt remorseful because deep down I'm a lover not a killer. On one hand, it's a parasite that wants to live off of me and could cause disease; on the other, that's the only way it can survive. Write me a story or poem from a parasite's perspective. Don't forget to tag us!
Write a poem/story from the perspective of a parasite
The Chestburster
It wasn't long before I was implanted in my host,
It didn't take long before I grew in its warm body
It won't be long before I break free
Pushing through and leaving my host to bleed
It won't take long before I'm fully grown
It won't be long before I taste my first prey
It won't be long before I become a queen
So I may pass the process to my next breed