I'm Not Sick.

I work slowly – gently, carefully, weave my way into your mind like the finest of silks. You never even noticed, did you? Of course you didn’t notice; silly boy. But you should have.

I'm not sick. I'm not sick. I'm NOT SICK!

Toilet, now. Fingers down throat, tears to eyes – god, do you ever stop crying? I don’t care how much it hurts. Do you want to be pretty? Do you? Then stop pissing around and puke. It. Up.