The Apple and the Worm

I hope you rot, the worm said to the apple.

Why? responded the apple. I have not wronged you; I welcomed you in.

Only when you rot can I truly make a home inside you—to feed, to stay safe.

But what of me?

I'll commemorate your sacrifice.

How will that help me? I'll be dead.

It won't, but it will ease my conscience.

I wish my flesh was a poison to you.

Don't say such things. We're friends.