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slumber dragon
shedding her
calloused scaly skincoat
the days toil
worries
wondering writhing
scratching twisting flipping
breaking free
arising at dawn no
memory of
the struggle
only a damp tangle of
bedding cast aside to
launder
(i have no idea if my precious comment got posted or if the techno monsters ate it)
ReplyDeleteI really like this poem, miss Michelle. It's rather terrifical. The imagery of the words and the attached photo… :-)
Blessings.