The shift in the unseen eyes as the thread takes hold, suffocating and spinning; a meal for me, an annoyance for you. In the corners you don’t check, a cornucopia of opportunity as yet another morsel is discarded, attracting them by the droves, your apathy to your own glutton as forgotten as the coconut you keep under your bed. (And, scene.)

I expected that response. 😅

Unfortunately, I didn’t save it, because it wasn’t amazing or anything. It’s in some random internet comment, and I have no idea how one would find it… 🫠