shit my brain spewed out

The Parasite

They stood in front of the mirror, holding the towel in their hands. Two pale eyes stared at them. A freckled nose. A dried and cracked mouth. Breaking skin.
They took the towel, and rubbed it over their face. One, two, three. They could feel their nose start to rub off. Four, five, six. Was there a nose anymore? Well, the cracked feeling on their lips had gone.
They rubbed harder and faster. Their eyes fell out, but not a drop of blood. Skin rubbed off like chipped paint. Clink, clink, clink in the sink.
They stopped rubbing. They looked back up at their featureless, metal face. A bit rusted. Two yellow dots stood for eyes, and nothing else lay on their 'face'.
They rammed their head into the sink until they fell unconscious. Or, at least the host did. The parasite had won.
The neighbors heard the calamity, and came to check on them.
The neighbor touched their rusted face.
The neighbor now has the parasite.
They won't know for a long time. Not until their hands start chipping away whenever they wash them, or until their vision cuts in and out.
But the parasite will lie in wait until that moment.