You told me the secret. I could see it in your eyes. That instant of regret, right before you thought to hide it… I couldn’t miss it. Your expression screamed at the words as they filled the space between us. You weren’t sure you’d ever speak it, but you’ve surely spoken it now, and I have clearly heard. Every syllable has been indexed and sorted and stored.
And now I know. I have everything. You are complete in my eyes, and are surprisingly sweet to behold.
Of course, you also know beyond a shadow of a doubt that I am patiently waiting for the most perfect, organic, seemingly inevitable moment to take your secret and stab you in the fucking cunt with it.
Yes dear, I know. It’s scary, isn’t it?
Maybe you shouldn’t drink so much, baby.