The doctors have ruled out chronic fatigue. Anti-depressants aren’t working. Maybe it’s a parasite they say.
But can a parasite burrow into your psyche? Feed off your worst fears? Whisper evil in your ear?
I’m only energetic when fuelling the darkness. Showing it my worst desires.
I only feel my blood pumping if I start to think about spilling others’.
I get so tired when I try to be happy. The only way to ‘snap out of it’ is to start snapping necks.
But I can’t. I won’t. This thing won’t get me.
If only I could get some sleep.
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This Wicked Lit Wednesday micro story is inspired by the art of Psyca. When I saw this image it instantly grabbed me. It really captures a feeling of depression I’ve felt at times in my life — like some kind of dark passenger sucking at your soul. The look gave me an idea that it was like some kind of parasite, and I happily saw later than Psyca had called one of her other paintings in this style ‘My Lovely Parasite’. So, starting with that idea I went from there, put myself into the mind of the subject in the painting and started this little drabble. I hope you like it.
If you want to read another art-inspired micro story, about a god of death flirting with a protector of the living, head here.
