
I see you, looking at me from afar. Worshiping quietly, enjoying the view. Knowing, I will do something to you, that scares and thrills you equally, when you get too close. The day has come. Too close. My gaze on you, holding you in place. Your body feels warm and weird, like needles under your skin. Watch yourself shrink, until you are the size of an ant. I seem huge, compared to you. You are still infatuated with me. Your tiny heart beating fast, when I pick you up and put you on my tongue, a wave of spit flushing you down my esophagus, trapping you in my stomach. Then you know, this infatuation is fatal.
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