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I am a Powerful Poissetter

A powerful poissetter, I slither into corners away from the noise of society, sneaking into the sleeping bags of the ill ones. I like the terror they will feel when they spy me. It appeals to my reptilian brain. They call me monster, and yes, I can be. But only to those who do others harm. I am the type of monster the rapists and pedophiles fear. I hide away, watching them with their potential victims. Before they can do their horrible deeds to the innocents. I strike them with my forked tongue, and they begin to wither. Dying a horrible poison-laden death. The innocents run off screaming. Saved, and yet terrified. It is my way with my prey. Sh! Here comes one now.

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Date: 1/22/2022 5:48:00 PM
Hmmm...I'm not familiar with the "poisseter," but I do like how it operates!
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Caren Krutsinger
Date: 1/23/2022 1:57:00 PM
We were supposed to make up a monster, so this word was created by me.