16 February 2010

thirty-nine.


dragon man.

mouth loaded with fury and fire
blasting and igniting the hearts of people to
burn up into dusty grey and black ashes
in anger. in lament. in rage.

enraged, she sits. mind smoked, flying
above fiery pits of malicious laughter
inside of jokes that are carelessly tossed to the wind.
in a box of rage she sits, brows crouched. teeth clinched.

dragon man built to tear folk down, subconsciously.
dragon man made to ruin people, slowly.
dragon man, i promise - you are dead to me.