You’re Not the Dragon

As she looks in the mirror at the bruise under her right eye Her eyes thoroughly scan the room As if the emptiness of it could give her away And when she sits on the cold floor Covered with towels that blush Tired, in a hushed voice She aimlessly repeats You’re not the dragon You’re…

Smile

You say you love it when I smile, You say it not in a way that makes me tingle with joy But in a way that brushes my soft unharmed hands with thorns Instead of getting butterflies that make me blush I get a lump in my throat That rushes tears in my eyes Tears…