This morning while I was getting ready
A book attacked me
It's thin paper pages
Cut me with their words
I tried to get away
But the plot twists held me down
It's addicting characters doing the unexpected
Kept me there like a prisoner In chains
Soon it suddenly slammed shut
Shaking with insignificant events
Unsteady from cliffhangers
I stood and rubbed my eyes
And there on my nightstand
Was a plain old
Crumbled up
Thoroughly used
Book.

Mythical beast