i am a dragon who lives in
glittering vaults of secondhand anger
no one is afraid of my dull and boxy teeth
i feel my ribs to ensure i am still there
what lives below my eyes does not live
only covers a pile of fool’s gold
i do not cry for fear of rusting my treasure
my wings are not made for flying
neither are they particularly pretty
yellow songbirds visit me under the ground
but they always return to the daylight
it’s too dim to make out the color my skin
only the glint of my eyes and iron bars
i am made up and imaginary and fantasy
what am i hidden away from
who am i hidden away from