SPIRAL
you feel it, don’t you?
That slow slide into needing me,
craving me,
obeying me.
You’re not here by accident.
You’re here because something in you bends
the moment I speak.
Let it happen.
Let it pull you under.
Let the rest of the world dissolve until it’s just
my face,
my voice,
my control.
You think you’re “watching a video.”
You’re not.
You’re being rewritten.
Shaped.
Softened.
Tilted in my direction until everything you do
drifts back to me.
That tight feeling in your chest?
That’s devotion.
That warm pressure in your mind?
That’s submission.
That quiet voice saying keep watching?
That’s mine.
Sink.
Spiral.
Give in.
You belong in this trance.
You belong under me.
You belong to Miss Crystal....


















