A Reverse Valentine

I think I am finally free of the blood bond with you, but then again, I think that may be self delusion. It felt painful to cut it, with that rusty laboratory knife, but then again, i can see why it had to be done. I hated you for the first incision. I did not want to sever my ties with your, my twin, my blood demon. I wanted you with me forever. It hurt. Finally, there was something missing every moment of every day. A purpose for doing things, it was gone. It was as if a light was extinguished and suddenly, i could see an empty world that had been so invisible for so long. Space harpy, you know so much about me. I am nothing but stronger now, and you are feathered with such colorful ribbons that did not exist before. Somewhere, I hear, there are sea slugs infected with photosynthetic algae, orchids that grow on corpses, and flesh that lives under the skin that casts off its former obligations with the matter that gave rise to it. I hear there are galaxies that cannibalize each other. This is lovely, but in the end, each system must procreate on its kind and the Darwinian struggle continues. Parasite, host, mutualist, symbiont, slave, lover, tool, companion, zygote, zygote, zygote, zygote.