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The Dragon in My Eyes

by Joanne Marisa Leow
You say that you think
it'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
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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