Post by zachmiller on Jul 5, 2014 9:48:28 GMT -5
Dragon
She’ll wrap her tail around you
and make you cry her tears. They’ll fill your room
with that low orange glow, and slowly burn down through your pillows and mattress,
and cool, back into obsidian, around the coils of your box-spring.
In the weak light of morning,
your room will be filled with the weightlessness
of blackened feathers, ashy eyelash-kisses all over your ceiling
and walls,
and the fire-alarm in the kitchen
will still be howling,
but you won’t have noticed
until now.
She’ll wrap her tail around you
and make you cry her tears. They’ll fill your room
with that low orange glow, and slowly burn down through your pillows and mattress,
and cool, back into obsidian, around the coils of your box-spring.
In the weak light of morning,
your room will be filled with the weightlessness
of blackened feathers, ashy eyelash-kisses all over your ceiling
and walls,
and the fire-alarm in the kitchen
will still be howling,
but you won’t have noticed
until now.
