Dragon Lady
There is a flame
in her painted red mouth.
I'm doused in the gasoline
of self doubt.
Together we make a forest fire
out of a glint on an incense tip.
A slighting remark
turns into a chain argument
spreading fast across town.
The dragon lady and I
meshed in anger and hatred
of a burning world.
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