but when I opened my mouth, ghosts on fire flew out.
People started calling me the Dragon Lady,
but the dragon was its own creature,
sitting inside my bones switching its tail.
I crawled inside of myself to see, and what I saw was this:
The dragon had no arms,
but it had a heart and the heart was full of broken glass.
I tried to go back, but the dragon whispered in my ear,
offering a deal.
"Take my heart, make your womb a shell."
Nine months later I gave birth to a little bad tempered sun.
Everywhere I go, people call me Mother Light,
but they are shadows, and I can't find a real soul among them.
me and my dragon.
I tried to be nice, but my heart was a dragon's child,
and my mouth made ghosts on fire that no one could love,
though I wanted them to, so badly,
all the more for having no body,
no ash or angel that I could call my own.