co-dependence in decay

I wonder in reflection of your capacity to turn two weeks into an eternity you pride yourself as virtuous. Where I thought would snap and break, our conjoined flesh appear instead to rot, and I decay from the outside in. Parasitically interdependent, I flush myself of the contamination and there is little left, though we are now both entirely unrecognizable. Anew. But to remove you is surgery, though pointless if my own self is equally yours.