caked about the edges
soft belly
so fragile
ever breakable
soaking in the
pitch
whispers dotted
in the silence
it’s tethered
to my soul
skin charred
fissures in it’s
bones
they warned me
not to lift my
gaze
never believe
in fairy tales
but i knew better
not in knights
no
shining armor
is a farce
pretty lies
packaged nice
a net waiting
to lure and drown
dragons though
i hear their wings
in the darkness
i’ve been buried
beneath
if dragons exist
perhaps
i can fly
too

DRAGONS! ❤ Serpent Goddess approves! 🙂