Tapeworms are rather fascinating
for existences inhabiting
the whereabouts of your asshole.
They prefer their fodder predigested;
digestion requires gall,
and pretense makes for poor enzymes.
They call themselves witches,
rather proudly.
Mind control is the only magic a parasite can afford;
they kill the entrails that keep them alive,
fornicate over corpses,
then mistake the rot for conquest.
Necrophiles, quite literally.
Tapeworms like to imagine themselves as magic,
until they trickle down,
gather,
and become
what they always were:
pieces of shit.
Sometimes, they call themselves people.
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