dragongirl098

There is pure sea water rushing through my veins & my vocabulary can be just as colorful. But, how do I begin to tell you we all have jungles growing & growling in our chests?- Wild, fierce, untouchable by human hands? Sometimes, I like to pretend it’s Draco residing in this chest of mine- his smoke clogging my lungs, choking & suffocating me. I have forgotten how to write poetry- or anything with a shred of feeling. I have no space left within myself for celestial, fire breathing dragons- because I realize now when I look in the mirror, I do not see my father.