My pearly white razor sharp teeth so close to your face at night. My scaly back against the wall. So tempted to just... Eat you. You look delicious. Like a tasty midnight snack...
But no, I can't eat you. Because I am shoved under your bed. I'm unwanted by you. Unloved. What did I ever do to you? Nothing. Exactly. Now pick me up and put me on your bed. So I can take my claws and sink them into your skin. Revenge is tasty. And you, my friend, are revenge.
Thinking of the many bad things that could happen to you makes me smile.
Gravity could reverse therefore shoving you to ceiling. You would be dead.
Or maybe, that can of pencils could create a gang mob with your stereo. And they could just fall. And you could just... Die.
Maybe the smell of your coconut hair is what makes you so potent, your pretty pink unicorn lotion. Maybe that's what makes you so irresistible and monster snack worthy. My teeth could be like Chuck Norris' roundhouse kick. My claws are like the underbelly of hell. But no, unfortunately I'm just your stuffed monster that your mom got you for Christmas last year.
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