Day 4: Teeth

Gnawing deep with teeth like knives,
A creature stirs where fear survives.
Its grin is wide, its hunger clear,
Sharp fangs glisten, drawing near.
It chews the dark, it bites the bone,
A beast of teeth, and teeth alone.
With every snap, with every tear,
It feasts on dreams, it feeds on air.
You hear its bite, you feel its stare,
The sharp-toothed grin, a nightmare’s snare.
And when it’s done, what’s left behind?
Just rows of teeth, your name enshrined.