She stomped on it. Made you think it didn't matter. Made you think you didn't deserve better. You resented her for it just as much as I did but we kept our silence. That's what we were told to do. Observe but keep your fucking mouth closed. Duct taped and strapped to the morals. Forget your own, adopt the other.
I took scissors and a razor to my head that night. Wanted to strip myself completely. Feeling the crisp clip as the strands float to the floor, I began to feel lighter. Putting the cool edge of the razor to my head, I finally found the significance of what it means to be singled out. Allowing that extra inch of difference, of desire.
The way she splays herself in front of me makes me realize why I let myself fall into her. Our lips touching reminds me how to breathe and in that moment I'm suspended. She was the dragon, ripped clean, raw and natural. But in that room her layers dispersed to the corners of my mind and here she was in all her glory. Brilliant lights occupying her eyes as she gazed, shooting right through me, making me shiver.
Hold it together, I kept telling myself. Don't shake or you'll make a fool of yourself. I'm a leaf, hanging from her limbs. Reliant and tossed aside when I get too old. That doesn't bother me though. I will sit here, absorbed in her grasp for as long as I can muster the courage for. She giggles because she knows come fall, I'll be fighting for my place among the rest.
They still scream, they still beat at her door. But we can't hear them anymore. I like it like that. Hidden in the confines of sheets and sweat and laughter. Just me and my dragon girl.
