He doesn’t even notice when I get in his head…
until it’s too late.
I don’t rush it, I just slip in between his thoughts,
soften his edges, make him question himself.
By the time he realizes what’s happening,
he’s already leaning into it,
already looking at me like he needs it.
Look at you…
still clinging to the illusion that you’re in control.
It’s almost admirable.
Almost...
But you’ve been reading my tweet this whole time,
haven’t you?
Every word…
every little detail
it’s already slipping past your defenses.
I don’t need to break you.
Breaking is crude.Loud. Inefficient.
No… I prefer something quieter.
Something gentler.
I reshape.
Thought by thought…
hesitation by hesitation…
I find the cracks you didn’t even know were there.
And then I widen them.
Slowly. Patiently.
You’re already starting to feel it, aren’t you?
That heaviness behind your thoughts…
that little voice telling you to
just Stare…
just Listen...
just Follow…
That’s not you.
That’s me.
I slip in so easily.
A suggestion here…
a whisper there…
and suddenly your resistance feels… unnecessary.
Why struggle…
when it’s so much easier to let go?
Go on.
Try to hold onto yourself.
But notice how your focus keeps drifting back to me.
Notice how your thoughts echo with my words.
Notice how every second you hesitate…
you sink a little deeper.
Good.
That’s exactly where I want you.
Not broken.
Not forced.
Just… rewritten.
By the time you realize what I’ve done…
you won’t even want to resist anymore.
Because every part of you that could have fought me…
will already belong to me.
So ...Cancel all plans today...
pump yourself stupid for Mommy instead
Come here, my good puppet💋…
That’s it… right into Mama’s arms…
Feel how warm it is… how safe… how hard it is to leave… 💞
Rest your head on my breast…
closer…
don’t hesitate…
There you go…
exactly where you belong…
Breathe in…
Slow…
deeper…
And out...
Again… deeper…
until there’s nothing else left in your mind… 😵💫
Good…
you don’t need to think anymore…
Mama will do all the thinking for you…
Just melt…
sink into me…
Let your body go soft…
heavy… obedient…
You don’t want to move… do you?
No… you just want to stay right here…
And if I’m gone when you wake…
don’t worry…
You’ll still feel me… like a pink cloud in your fuzzy mind
And you’ll be waiting me… like a good puppet💋…
Can I wriggle into your head, my good puppet 💋?
Just a little…
right between those wandering thoughts of yours.
Don’t worry, I promise I don’t bite~
I’m much more interested in staying there…
nice and comfortable.
You looked at me for a reason, didn’t you?
That curious little look…
like you already knew I’d notice.
It’s alright.
You don’t have to pretend.
Just relax and let mommy take up a bit of space
in that cute pink fuzzy mind of yours.