Dragon breathing burns because the worm’s tongue twists and turns
it yearns to curl yet unfurls and this girl whirls
her pearl necklace until the chain snaps
leaving traps to slide on: ball pit
hell, it’s colourfell.
Dragon stroking scratches, dragon amour catches
we dropped r swords, harsh words, ours wor,
dragons cannot taste the heat
dragons drag on through the beat
my lung blister roars with whispers
brings a bright side to the driftwood
you can choose miss, understand me
but I’d rather that you sprang free
and sang in the sky by my side.