(I’m still going…)
Dragon Birth
Trapped inside this place.
It’s calming
so for now I’ll stay
the words outside
are harsh
keep them away.
My body’s ready to escape
but nothing makes me want to
it seems people are watching me wait
should I pay them any mind
not really looking to jump that state
this nook is rather cozy
encased in a kinda shell
the food is plenty ready
hmm… what’s that smell?
is someone doing something
beyond this enclosure?
could I gain access
if I leave my pretty home
I can break through the thin lining
it shouldn’t take much time
crawling out of broken shell pieces
I ask
“Is that steak mine?”
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