Following your footsteps but at my own unsteady rhythm.
I don't believe we've met, stranger --
Stranger I've spent years with, or rather
We're just meeting for the first time.
Eyes, eyes, eyes, swallowing eyes.
But I want to be swallowed.
I've asked before to be swallowed and dissolved,
but all that's come of it is near suffocation without oblivion.
Ignore the signs:
It's what I do best.
Ignore the signs of an awry wish granted crookedly.
The awry wish to cease to exist leaves one with nothing but tearing threads.
Tearing threads, a gap where the needle lay before and a spool unspun.