Untitled Poem (dragons)
It’s a village And I’m sitting My mother is happy And she asks me To come to dinner in the big tent She smiles at me like I’m hers She looks at me Like she cares how I feel I’ve been watching Children playing I’ve been sitting In the dirt Next to a tent Amongst my work It’s the the golden hour No one notices me And yet It’s because I belong So thoroughly I could stand And join in a game Or a conversation Like reaching To hold my other hand Like a cat Curling up Next to her brother I couldn’t be happier I’m sitting on the beach Next to my father We look silently At the waves I don’t need to say a word About how the world has hurt me He puts his hand on my shoulder And says he understands Completely And all I can do is cry I blink open my eyes And I’m curled up alone In a cave Green tail covering my nose Chin resting on my claws I breathe out a bit of smoke Then inhale a little too sharply And cough My heart sinks A little more As the sound makes its way Through the t...