Power

Restrained dragon Held under rounds and rounds of tight rope Having every opportunity to burst But imploding inside instead As venom seeps from its pores Melting everything in its path And the dragon stays intact

Boxed shell

How real is this fact That I’m out here, able and intact Underneath shelters and shelters of Clothes, blankets and thick walls Preserved in like a specimen Segregated and closed off in a pitch black cellular chamber That’s silent, faraway, and forgotten Awake, with a buried heart that wonders Whether there’s a man in a

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