hekate
Weightless, thoughtless. I'm getting so far away from you your features are turning blurry. I don't remember the smell of your skin, the exact shade of your eyes. Soon I'll have forgotten all about you.
Growling silently, its seething mass will asphyxiate you til it latches onto something else, and burns it with devilish relish -- even if it consumes you along with it.