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Blurp on Predator/prey relationships

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It's unnatural. It's unnatural and foolish to be so close, to let you get so close without running away. My mind tells me to run and scream and escape when you brush against me, to listen to basic instinct and hide.

But I don't.

Instead, I turn my back to you and leave my neck so vulnerable. I smile as I tuck flowers behind your ears, your fanged smile glistens and shine from the light, but I can hardly fear your bite with daisies tangled in your hair.

Others like me say I'm foolish, that the smile I desire to see from a predator will end around my neck and shine from my blood. To that I turn my back oh so foolishly, oh so ironically, so that I may focus on the warmth of your body, huddled into your form in your den of bones and hides.

I'm a fool, unabashedly so, but it's all so worth it to be able to tuck flowers in your hair.

And if blood is my fate so be it.