i drew him in
on the fourth syllable. my song came out bitter and still he came closer. closer, closer still, he approached, and i could count the shadows in his eyes. i came to the chorus on a song i’d invented just for him. we stood there, suspended, him treading water and holding me crushingly close. i sang to him. the shadows in his eyes lengthened, deepening with the setting sun. i sang, and watched the shadows. as the sun fell, he faded with it, and i – i devoured him.
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