He made home in my sleeve.
I fed him whatever I ate.
I tried to make him happy.
I tried to make him content.
He survived the cold with warmth of my body.
My sleeve was the most comfortable place for him.
I thought he will never bite me,
But I was wrong.
He bit me and left me to bleed to death.
His poison circulated in whole of my body.
Now I am like him, only better.
I am toxic, lethal.
But toxic only to the poisonous,
That's the difference.
And I don't wear sleeves anymore.
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