i
am your dragon inked
indigo and galileo under
the moonlit stars.
we were once melted into
nothing
and flavoured with
dragonflies gazing
into they abyss of our
plagued canvas.
before the light goes
north we will
rupture each other’s
sideway
prayers to become the
heavy mess
we deserve to be
enlightened through.
resurrected limbs
restoration
chanting and misspelled
cathedrals;
portrayal of us.
fortress horses on a glued stage
singing
your favorite green
country song
and dancing freedom repetition.
in my eyes, we could
carry the documentary
of this genocide we would
fall into place
dancing melted in the
foreign rain.
gilded beards and unnamed
books
tethering our truths
behold.
pleated skins and
muscular eyes;
the same documentary
eyes.
