The Last Dragon
Outside the cottage
Serene with dew on a leaf
And a few petals breed
A mosquito matches across the ear
You whip your hand in the air
You clasp the dragon
And grind your fingers
Like a serpent at it
wringing a kill
You bite your lip
you almost bleed
Veins popping
Tears foaming
You breath out for it
Then feel a pinch
The mosquito
had long landed
Right behind your palm
Sucking the succulent meal
Sometimes that is life
You wait again
you plot again
Walking round the room
like a witch in the night.
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