{ january 29 2017 }

There was a baby dragon who breathed red
but the fire was trapped in her head

She spoke in the language of gold
and did everything she was told

Her every flight controlled by the wind
that slowly peeled off her scales and skin

She danced on the raining streets
not realizing her flame was soaked clean

Her soul consumed itself gradually
until she decided she wanted to be fᵣₑₑ

There was a baby dragon who breathed fire
but this shade of red helped fly her higher

{ happy late chinese new year's }