Followed.

Painstakingly, the day approaches, like a monster, crawls behind and encroaches.

The beast follows closely behind, torturing the head, heart, and mostly the mind.

One feels its breath on the spine, pricking the skin like a spruce or a pine.

The clicking of claws, clash with the ears, and force one to ponder their darkest fears.

Its eyes glow a bright blue that casts ahead; lighting the way, it waits to be fed.

Its stomach aches and the time dims; it longs to eat just one of the limbs.

Who am I to deprive?

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