It comes to me at night
I opened my mouth
To let spill
The last of my meals
And a bitter word
I won’t eat again
When I feed, I feed it
And it grows faster now
Worse by the second
Tendrils wrapping me tighter
Bending me
And laying me there
For them to see
“Are you scared?”
“Would you like to be?”
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You frame this well for any age of grinding teeth and pounding heart…
Ughhh. Those two questions at the end. Reminded me of Pennywise. Sickeningly sweet.