littleworries

Things that unravel.  I know these things and hear worried breathing as their strands unwind and run off and curl on the floor.

Really though, you must not trouble yourself with the flit-flutterers.  It’s not that they are unremarkable, but more that they will never bite some fleshy part of you in an urgent limbic twitch.  They will never be driven by the terrible need to bind and be beastly. You will never catch them staring at you as they think of your bones and your brain, and they will not have it in them to know of your underbits and innerparts.  Worry less about them.

This is all silly bother, of course, but I cannot help you in a real way when we are all so secretive.  I insist that you all come over for firewater and cake and a bath, so I can stare at your skulls and bite your bits.