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I thought I would share one of my poems...Just one. :3

Here There Be Dragons


A swollen blush,


And a shattered psyche,

She is a girl of noble mien.

Beyond mellifluous lamentations

And standard deviations,

Her words are merely dribble

From the maw of her beast.

When she lies roused

On feathered pillows, she

Thinks of her reptile heart.

She splices

her

skinned

memories

and

manufactures dragon wings.

In her malleable soul,

and foiled ecstasy,

she clings to the abysm

rooted within her like

decaying autumn trees.



In leisured time,

she scribes,

“Here there be dragons,

inside of me.”​

 

Yay, that's exactly the reaction I wanted. :U

The feels are strong in this one.