Worship My Footprints - You don’t get to see my feet. You’re..
Added 2025-05-28 02:01:17 +0000 UTCWorship My Footprints - You don’t get to see my feet. You’re not worthy of that. You haven’t earned the privilege of my toes, my soles, or even a single glance at the real thing. No… all you get are my footprints. Pretty little marks made in pink paint—soft, delicate, perfect—just like me. And that’s what you’ll worship.
Pathetic, isn’t it? You’re so desperate, so obsessed, so easy to control that even this is enough to break you. You stare at those footprints like they’re sacred, like you can feel my presence in them. You kneel for them. You kiss them. And I laugh, knowing you’d do anything just for that tiny, fading trace of me.
This is all you deserve. Not my feet, not my touch—just the proof that I was once here, above you, beyond you, untouchable. And you? You’ll take it. You’ll love it. Because a loser like you doesn’t need access to the goddess—just the illusion of her. Just a painted print to obsess over while I stay out of reach… exactly where I belong.
