I know you’re hiding in there.

You. Yes you, fish. I see you from the corner of the room, the quick shimmers of your scales.

I bet you’re proud of them.

I bet they taste wonderful in my fur sodden mouth.

Lately, I’ve started to see you everywhere. Half the time I wonder if I’m purposely imagining it. I almost drowned in the bathtub last night. I mistook the rubber duck for your tender succulent flesh.

How I want to eat you.

To lick the remnants of your glittering body from my paws.

Those stupid humans, told me to stay away from the poor fishy.

They’re like listening to a fucking headache.

I’m completely sure fishy, that you, yes you…are demonic. I see how you watch my every move from your hiding place, unmoving.

One day fishy…

One day your time will come.

But for now dear Mr. Fishy…

You are God.