Something I wrote when I was bored
I can see it, it is horrifying.
How could I have created something this horrible?
Body darker than the darkest shade of black.
Mandibles built for ending life. Not great, but terrible to look at.
Instinctively silent, constantly unwilling to approach me.
An inhuman terror; it is not physical.
It can never harm me, yet end me at a moments notice.
Intangible claws strike, with extreme percision.
I can see its dull yellow eyes; Its eyes penetrate, as it gourges itself off the realities of my life.
Staring into its eyes would be to confront the heart of it.
A means by which to acknowledge....
I cannot win.
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