I imagine you
an Indonesian dragon:
your words the dragon’s
teeth that sprang fully
armed from the writer’s
mouth.
Your dragon’s eye
saw things your keepers
preferred to keep
hidden.
They blinked first but
dragons don’t blink:
you spat words, like
teeth, through prison
bars.
The cage kept springing
open.
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