6- up again

TaBlE of contents

(slight trigger warning for this poem: short descriptions of death and carnage)

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The green dragon

almost didn’t want to go

back home,

she wanted to

fly past the desert

I’d never crossed

and find a sea

and eat

the inhabitants there.

But I told her

if she did,

I’d leave without her

and how would she

meet her lover

when they woke

from the ten thousand year

dream?

So she helped me arrange

acid-boiled scalps

and horny fingers

clutching bloody

hook noses

frozen in death,

into symbols

in a giant ring

to portal her back home.

And when she tumbled in,

I went with her.