The Dragon in My Eyesby Joanne Marisa Leowit's a crocodile, sleeping at the bottom of my river. But I tell you, it is a dragon who breathes fire and has a glorious coat of scales, in brilliant iridescent blue. Its eyes glow, red-purple and hot like stoked embers. It has grown so large and sleek from feeding on the hearts of the friends who hurt me and the ones who broke my heart and left. I have come to love it almost for the protection and security of its momentous wings that I can hide under. The only way you can make it leave is if I let you slay it. |
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