creeping

she is slipping again.
she didn't realize it for a long time, but she can see it now.
i am slipping, sneaking, creeping in.
first, silently stalking
but now she knows i am here
and she doesn't resist.
why would she?
she has no weapons against me
no reason to defy me.
nothing.
except that fear.
it tastes like blood.
this will never end for her.
if i win, there will be nothing left.
if she wins, she will be drowned in the shallowness of her soul.
she's happy just to have the upper hand.
but now, she sits in apathy,
dying in this tiny place.
she could do anything she wanted
but she is too paralyzed by this fear.
by these options.
she doesn't know how
to narrow down infinity.