“We Beastly Women”
(The photo has a date stamp indicating it was taken in like ’87, but I was born in 1993. FYI!)
I didn’t want this duel—
dragon against chimera—
my careful fire held tight,
hers ready, coiled beneath
sickly-sweet breath.
Both of us waiting,
counting down to a fight
I never chose.
I only hugged him, quiet,
my dragon’s warmth tentative.
A touch so small,
I didn’t see how it might set
the chimera roaring;
wings snapping open,
fire spilling,
all that false calm unraveling.
I can’t be sure—
but maybe she thought
my gentle embrace,
soft as air,
stole space she never filled,
distance she couldn’t bridge.
While she fought me,
my claws were sheathed
by measured words and pleas.
She missed the real threat—
unseen, the slick-scaled wyrm.
The serpent who slithered in,
and wrapped around him,
pulling him under,
leaving us both scorched
and battling over shadows.
inspo: memoir musings // symbolic spirals // accidental metaphor that got out of hand // mythmaking at midnight // I said Part One ended at Ch. 11, then Ch. 12 bit me on the ankle // threw in a quick dragon reference mid-scene & now it’s a whole poem // I was channeling my dramatic 13-year-old soul // we beastly women do what we must…
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