sore

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