Pixie Dust
you wear depression like a name tag,
brazen and bold, exposed
but mine is a hidden tattoo
concealed from the world
i’ll show it to you, let you trace your fingers across my skin
i’ll let you see it,
let you comprehend every reason i got that tattoo
i’ll tell you everything that led up to the moment when the needle penetrated my skin and injected that permanent ink
will you tell me how you got that name?
what broke you, cut you so deeply?
what pierced that tough skin, you fierce dragon
you fire breathing beast, what destroyed you?
i am a fragile creature, a pixie,
my wings are torn
could you heal them for me?
help me fix them up so i can fly, soar, glide
mend me so i can explore the galaxies, the corners of the sky
i’m so sick of being grounded
i wanna fly!
would you fly with me, my scaly friend?
would a dragon fly with a pixie?
with your scales and claws and fangs,
would you go alongside me,
with my frail body, delicate wings, fragile hands?
it could be magical, the fearsome monster and the delicate fairy
say the word and i’ll sprinkle some pixie dust on us and we’ll be on our way
we could be eternal
you could rip off that old name tag,
i could sew new flesh over that tattoo
forget about those ugly remnants, focus on love and magic and adventure
so, whaddya say?
wanna fly away?
-e.g.
Copyright © Emily G. | Year Posted 2016
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