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I want to reach out and hold your hand
but the dragon is there
your anger, it haunts me
consumes me
Your fiery breath snakes around me,
spewing noxious fumes into my ears
until I can hear nothing but poisonous words
We used to be best friends;
how did it come to this?
We were nestlings once
we curled around each other
crooned to each other
Our mothers ground our eggshells to dust,
combined them,
and fed them to us in a mixture of goat’s blood
to make our scales grow strong
In the darkness
we kept each other warm
until the moon blinked and faded from sight
We played together in the woods
on tiny human feet
We were adventurers
hunters
warriors like the dragons of old
We fought countless battles
against real and imaginary monsters
triumphant and brave were we
until there was no enemy to conquer but each other
You were never my enemy.
Why was I yours?
What toadstool or frogspawn
what secret potion or spell
what fae illusion
bewitched you
and made you think
that I could ever hate you?
I could never hate you.
I want to reach out and hold your hand
but the dragon is there
and I am no dragonslayer
We used to be best friends;
how did it come to this?