a beast made of fire
has swallowed you whole
but you are made of salt
and poison
so it spit you out
now, ignore the blood
ignore the rusted metal and
the scars on your hands
get up, grab your sword
this isn't over yet
YOU ARE READING
slaying dragons
PoetryThis is result of my therapist telling me to write about my feelings. Deals with some sensitive topics, so proceed with caution.
