It was hideous. Huge, inevitable. Tiny, like a virus. Ubiquitous like God.
It wanted to spread germs.
Why not germs?
So it did.
Now you’re dead.
Yay! Happy worms!
Oh, how I love you, and this is proof of my total and utter flaw.
You are gross.
Unkempt in body and soul.
Unspeable.
Leprous.
May you die in a rushing river that none might know you.
O,
I
hate
hate
hate
hate
hate
you.