I am the dragon.
The dragon is me.
I hoard people, and love, and joy, and pain.
I hoard sorrow, and memories, and jealousy, and rage.
I hoard grief and loss, suffering and anxiety.
I am terrifying, terrible, and beautiful.
I am a dark abyss on a sparkling, sunny day.
I will eat you whole, and I won't think twice.
I don't care who you are, or about your dreams.
I will devour you, but leave you looking alive, complete, and well.
You will have to explain and beg forgiveness for my cruelty.
I will make you lash out at those you love.
I will take your success and turn it all to ashes.
You will eat too much.
You won't eat at all.
You will sleep too much.
You will not sleep at all.
It will hurt to breathe.
It will hurt to live.
You will constantly remember every mistake.
You will relive every torment.
I love to watch you squirm.
I am strengthened by your tears.
No one can help you.
I will always be here.
I am inside you.
I will eat you alive, yet you will seem to be whole.
I am you.
I am the dragon.
The dragon is me.
We are one.
I am us three.
I hoard people.
I hoard misery.
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