I sleep with dragons
no one else can see.
They breath truth into my ears
with soft exhalations,
holding me in a scaled embrace,
leaving imprints against my cheek,
swatting away the nightmares.
Invisibility makes them no less real;
their whispered secrets wind
through my dreams.
About the Creator
Megan D. Robinson
elf by inclination.
lover of words, dancing, and witchcraft.
journalist, poet, storyteller, visual and performing artist.
abuse surviver, single parent with adult child, former dog mom.
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Once More Unto The Breach
He let the sword slip through his other gauntleted hand. Athlistan stood atop the crest of the rubble of Bordanium’s ruptured curtain wall. Beyond, the remnants of the Saxon’s first assault regrouped. They would come again–Athlistan knew it.
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