Tiny Is Toast

Description: I find a tiny man squirming right in the middle of my toast — but do i care? not even a little. i lean in like i’m listening… then shrug and smirk, “oh well.” he’s already part of the meal. watch me take loud, sloppy bites — chewing right beside him, tongue flicking out with mushed bread and butter. then… chomp. right over him. i chew him down with the sandwich, rolling my tongue, savoring the crunch. i spit him out like trash — just to see his terrified face. disgusted? good. i laugh and lick him straight off the table into my half-chewed feast. final bite. final chew. final deep, throaty swallow — with him trapped in the mess of my mouth. all natural, dark-haired goddess dominance. no mercy. just hunger. what would you do if you were on my plate?