It rose from inside…….
It swirled, mouthed over the comfort
With its wings flapping
Fangs poked inside the relief
Blood tapped from my skin.
Red color oozed.
It rested for few seconds
Exhaled granules of fire
It lit the pages
Books burned
Terror flared
Its scaly tail swayed throughout the town
Shattering the buildings
Quaking the towers
Distorting this earth
Fire wrapped the city
Hapless screams rose
Women scurried
Children were buried under heaps
Of debris.
It swam past the river
And posed on the Mount.
Helicopters are flying
Ambulances are rushing
Dragon has left
But insecurities are throbbing.
Bloody creature.
My ego.
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ReplyDeleteThe imagery of the poem is very graphic intense... I quite like the bloody connotations with the fangs, and death... suggesting a lot of misery..
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