Burned Bridges

cosmos brittle

She smiles – but, life having burned the bridge of her nose,

it no longer has a means to travel from her lips to her eyes.

“I hate him,” she says,

in the same tone she used to order her decaf latte,

taking a sip

and trying not to spill

on the perfectly white tablecloth.

Waking the Dragon

Dragons Bible

Image courtesy of Dragon Info

Silently snoring comatose beast

Lurking beneath my dreams

Preying on tissue, making a feast

Of childhood’s impotent screams

Writhing in darkness, waiting for light

To harness your latent power

I’ve found you out, I’m waking you up

Arise to your final hour