wind-up dragon in my chest
Growling out scorching fire,
Blackening hope
Until, in panic, I can't breathe.
Your fingers crank the
click-click-click
Of a little plastic motor
Fueled by the anger you unleash...
Until SNAP!
I'm no longer controlled.
The wind-up dragon:
A dusty relic of nightmares
I have conquered.
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