Horror (prototype 1)

You'll feel me grasp under your arms, my cold pale cheek pressed against your spine, my hot blood and tears trailing down your baren form

You'll feel the small jolts and gasps emanating from me (hiccups)

I'm slowing your growing

swelling

ingesting

merging

We are assimilating into the same being, the dizzying wave and blur when you look down at your hands, because you know I'm in there.