PHAGOCYTIZE ME ALREADY

YOU'RE RUNNING A MARATHON DOWN THE CENTER OF MY NEURONS AND YOUR TONGUE IS TRACING THE CONTOURS OF MY SKULL AND YOU ARE IN EVERY LITTLE CRACK AND SULCUS OF MY BRAIN AND I HAVEN'T EVEN MET YOU YET BUT YOU WALK AND STOMP ALL OVER ME AS IF EVERY SINGLE CAPILLARY DOESN'T BURST AT THE SOUND OF YOUR FINGERS SCRATCHING THROUGH YOUR HAIR AT TWO THOUSAND DECIBELS