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 forest
Who could hear